And I am trapped, with no way out
Of my mirror, it’s crippled into my face –
Just take the shard and slide it lightly
my neck and wrists.
Watch how the life lines
Pulse into the summer wind that only issued
One drop to hit the darkened figure
Of an age-old sage, he knew much more
And didn’t tell, because though knowing one
And not knowing the other,
Discerning differences into the night:
The tragic dissonance of an acquired freedom.
| I like the material (I think) but found the structure to be a but taxing. There should be a way to smooth this out quite a bit. If Dale doesn't like Sartre and would rather avoid such thoughts judiciously, it might be an aversion to things dry.||| Posted on 2012-07-26 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] || I like this one I just do not get the Sartre reference. I suppose that is partly because I do not understand why anyone would want to have thoughts on Sartre.||| Posted on 2012-07-22 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ] |