The Secret Place

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A Poem by Lucien Levant

A brief, morning reprieve
in a booth that shields the gloom,
lit by academic lamps
and gingerbread modern art.
Holy works, in source and reverence,
are my daily phoropter
to understand my own prescription.
The hour coaxes me
unwillingly
to the world’s work,
and the cobwebs creep in
under a sickly sky.
But through the fog cuts the headlamp,
the heartlamp,
the mourning reprieve.

About the Author: Lucien Levant is a Southern California-based businessman currently pursuing an MBA at Pepperdine University. His influences include other professionals-turned-writers such as ETA Hoffmann, Wallace Stevens, and Dana Gioia. His poems have been published, or are forthcoming, in Calla Press Journal, CANA Journal, and dadakuku.  

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