- THOUGHT
Thinking of you, I thought ...
As anyone who pays attention
And it is won by himself.
As an infinite thought
Who cares for an order.
As that who dying
But lives being,
Philosophy unanswered
Mirror without reflection
Idea without context.
As anyone who watches the sky,
Blue, clean of tears,
Of faces of the past.
As one who gave all
And all stood aside,
Lost, scattered,
On circuses and theaters
Of appearance and illusion.
As anyone who proves the art
With eyes closed,
Backs to the wind,
Hand closed
And barefoot.
Like who gives meaning
To your meaning.
Due to a perforated
We can not avoid
Not wanting to spoil.
As one who thinks of shaving
The words of the books
You want to forget.
Like those who want it all
In a blind will
Not to lose again.
Replies
a very strange new seed,
. . . embedded in all of this?
it must have had to survive too. . .
somehow? or perhaps. . . delusion. . .
or a new usefulness of illusion?