I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
A particle one moment, next a wave Who can lucidly define energy? More than, “the power to do work,” we crave Who can make water legible, like thee?
By D. J. Reddall9 months ago in Poets
Are great stories made To immunize their readers Against wickedness?
How many dearly Held beliefs are based on a Faulty translation?
Confirmed bachelors Have suffered a betrayal They cannot forget
How strange to envy a dramatic splash To wish that I was lithe and wild like you To imagine your tanned, ecstatic dash And wish that I too could vanish from view
Sparkling cold sweetness Conquering the dog's mouth heat Who's an atheist?
Why do human beings covet gold? Its most astonishing property is ductility Substances that are ductile can be drawn out Beaten or stretched, formed into wires or leaves
Everyone you could possibly become Forlorn observer of the glad bathers Swims before you, hideous or handsome The throng of possibilities gathers
The eye between the lids of sand and sky Everything human dwindles and scurries Our pride would reason and nature defy Tremble before our titanic worries
You probably won't buy this, but I'm serious Contemporary reality seems more and more like bad fiction Most of us can't quite believe it, but we have to live with it
So many petty worries and concerns Rumors to be spread and gossip savored Garments to be displayed with fresh patterns For your sleek or stout forms. deftly tailored
No mind can be made More reasonable by the Slaughter of bodies
