“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, May 7, 2016
A-maze-meant
There are no eyes
in Truth
But here the ears
in Tears?
The suffix us
is absent in Time
When spoken aloud
the past is drawn out...
Symbols do not say
what they stand for
they are under-stood
we are lost
in awe-some
(of us).
Image By Scanned by Aristeas (Roman Eisele). Artist of woodcut unknown. (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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