12-27-2011, 09:38 PM
Although never told—but what has become pain-
fully apparent in these later stages of days—
I find that unexpectedly, and wholly against my will,
I am running from where I am, towards the end of my line.
...I realize that I am quickly
approaching that demarcation of what can be known,
and that which a human can only afterwards find:
becoming aware —even as awareness fades—
that with each step, my already feeble eyes dim more,
but then again, no more quickly than my mind.
©2011 ~Erthona
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(first version)
Although never told—but what has become pain-
fully apparent in these later stages of days—
I find that unexpectedly, and wholly against my will,
I am running from where I am, towards the end of my line.
All of a sudden I realize that I am quickly
approaching that demarcation of what can be known,
and that which a human can only afterwards find:
becoming aware —even as awareness fades—
that with each step, my already feeble eyes dim more,
but then again, no more quickly than my mind.
©2011 ~Erthona
fully apparent in these later stages of days—
I find that unexpectedly, and wholly against my will,
I am running from where I am, towards the end of my line.
...I realize that I am quickly
approaching that demarcation of what can be known,
and that which a human can only afterwards find:
becoming aware —even as awareness fades—
that with each step, my already feeble eyes dim more,
but then again, no more quickly than my mind.
©2011 ~Erthona
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(first version)
Although never told—but what has become pain-
fully apparent in these later stages of days—
I find that unexpectedly, and wholly against my will,
I am running from where I am, towards the end of my line.
All of a sudden I realize that I am quickly
approaching that demarcation of what can be known,
and that which a human can only afterwards find:
becoming aware —even as awareness fades—
that with each step, my already feeble eyes dim more,
but then again, no more quickly than my mind.
©2011 ~Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.