Wednesday, June 2, 2010


I heard what wasn’t said

I saw what wasn’t there

Shouldn’t I know better by now than to believe mere words and gestures, using reason to smooth over discordant realities

I let the blinding rain and blasts of stormy air to be muddled over

With forecasts of easy climes and scattered light

Obscuring what I felt with lame reason

Letting imagination leave too much an imprint on bare reality

But, I’ll do it again

And why? Why choose this blindness?

Because how else will reality become new

And defy what already is?

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