"I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create." -William Blake
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Spirit, I Plead
Two doors to peer at Love, to seek a day
into the Time to decide its fragrance
And morality- lose focus to
Another vision, too blurred and afar. So be
The Beholder of mine eyes, tight grasped
to make out a shelved image up high
Somewhere on that bookcase hidden
In the corner, my stubbles reaching to
Wrap my thorns around. So be swift hands,
The Beholder of arms, firm stance to
Balance on quicksand, that trickles down
Beyond the Earth, somewhere below, that sound
Bounce off that glowing surface to void a feat.
So be my gait, Beholder, so I stand elite.
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