we don't expect the truth to come out straight
it only does after we've caused some pain
right here reality has to bear so much freight
we're constantly alarmed at that much strain
the shape of things that are is now unclear
what is to come we cannot really know
the past unlooked at tends to disappear
experience does not teach us how to grow
instead we come upon the long grey beach
the breakers coming in from far away
the sea beyond extending from our reach
the sun behind us making it clear day
what now is true was yesterday a lie
but still we marvel at so blue a sky
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
03 December 2006
a bright epiphany
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