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.