THREE POEMS from KEMPTON B VAN HOFF
LEGACY (PART 1: MATHEMATICS OF RELIGION)

Smoke and mist above crests craning
These the work of fisherman thorn
Texture-coat held close with leather
Remember life like old wooden
Pachyderm peers his one challenge
What human will you leave behind
Within hulls and gardens well kept
Secret son weaves crimson carpet
Kings craft paths as only kings can
Son of one son threading daughters
Needle learners through these thought seas
Dropping rain nimbly through the eye
And eye of one god was alive
Vanishing in a trail of smoke
Like philosophy on the breeze
With the equation that must fail

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