Wednesday, February 10, 2021

My First Real Poem, Written When I Was Seven, (new graphic representation)

 





Lest we wax illegible again, the plain text:




Poem: "Visions Pass Before My Eyes"



newer title: "The Private Response Of An Intelligent Well Behaved Young American Child" 
late 20th c.
newest title: "To A Future Understanding, From A Past Misunderstood"



Visions pass before my eyes
of other times & other lies
& stranger claims of 'Truth' and 'Right'
to counter mine of Dark, & Light.
Strangers' cries of 'Understand!'
through my fingers fall, like sand:
they cannot, will not, comprehend,
their way obscured by Reason's End.

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