Gord

2017-10-19 08:56 am

Pond upon oceans,
A death of water,
Little men upon thrones,
Their hearts of flower,
My life but a tome,
My life a tower;
Stairs to climb,
With life inactive;
Above the clouds,
Time spent sunburnt,
Cowards;
My designs immaculate,
Eating flies as flax,
Confusing images,
In place of facts.
Again the future lost,
Pipes accost the ground,
The ice storm comes;
Some go into town,
Some stay lost,
Together same,
Both die apart.

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Mary Steffen

The Sophist