Friday, February 20, 2015

"And the I (O I have fallen down)"

Eye, oh eye, paired spectators over
The bridge of an invisible nose,
What is the language using us for?

Some of us, we don't carry ourselves
Well. You may infer we can't bear it,
Cold and lonely, lovely works of art

Suffering eternities alone
As specks of dust on a blue-green dot
Hugging a burning spark in the dark.

Further and farther, father, our gold
Disc carried into cold. Ad astra,
After all difficulties perceived,

Ad astra sequi. Difficulties
Have wings, gravity has theorems,
Humanity has collaborations,

But you and I have only spun glass,
Steering spinning tires over the sand
Until everything becomes lenses.

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