Ode to ....

O how tortured was
this man
How few could
understand - even now
it is still the case
[But how more acutely so]
The dying in his voice
Asking what it is
That so unites their 
prejudice
161 years on
And - who know?
...
The voice, full worded
[like a living orb]
Pierces Time's artery
...
'Truth comes wholly together, and waits'
'Language needs no shield or sword
But masterpieces'
'The plaster crucifix came of its hook,
Fell like a handful of snow'
'Life is the price of a seat'
'From the top
of my own ruins I say only this'
...
'The spiritual has touch
that which is paved'
...