The cat that bit, the black dog and its bark

The unconscious is  the home of image stark
The faces of our  love and of our hate
The holy, the important  and the dark

The cat that bit, the black dog with wild barks,
The bills ,the charge, the  passive, irritate
The unconscious is  the cave of image stark

The Northern moors the heather and the lark
Old letters torn up when they came  too late
The holy, the important , the deep dark

The marvelled fire, the glowing light, the spark
The holy place immune from every State
The unconscious ,oh  the home of image stark

Here  too dwell envy and   malicious hearts
Yet in that space we  must a soul create
The holy and its candles light the dark

Time has gone, there is no day or date
We are never early or too late
The unconscious lives,  the home of image stark
The holy, the  divided , glossy dark