20 February 2007

complete in fragmentation

this divine wind that calms each vagrant dream
yet cannot cool down my overheating brain
i wipe my sweating brow and in the mental strain
confuse what is from what might merely seem
to have real weight like a freshly-bought ream
of printer paper now today we're promised rain
with every working thought nothing comes plain
all cerebration flows through a narrow stream
this is a winter day i know yet it is far too warm
the mind reels under all such contradictions
here i'm alone that's fact but i hear many voices
the need is here that's given for a sufficient form
to overcome the limits of truths and fictions
but still this day we have too many choices

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