11-09-2011, 07:01 PM
Beauty so harsh and ucompromising,
glistening like cellophane
caught by the midday light,
no God to blunder blindly through.
This is the vision of which I have dreamed
in camps below the moon.
Freed from man's stupidity
and his cleverness, his ambitions,
daily life, wating for a taxicab,
the last chair at the coffee house.
To see a flower grow then die,
rivers wash away their banks,
sunlight soak an arctic field,
the meaningless circles of life,
the pepetual motion machine,
this is the vision of which I have dreamed.
glistening like cellophane
caught by the midday light,
no God to blunder blindly through.
This is the vision of which I have dreamed
in camps below the moon.
Freed from man's stupidity
and his cleverness, his ambitions,
daily life, wating for a taxicab,
the last chair at the coffee house.
To see a flower grow then die,
rivers wash away their banks,
sunlight soak an arctic field,
the meaningless circles of life,
the pepetual motion machine,
this is the vision of which I have dreamed.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe