bleak heart
a boy stands in a field above the town
he does not know what the years will bring
dark night touches him and the rain
his spirit leaps in his imagining
a man writes at table in the dark
he wonders of all things what we are
spirits creatures objects worse
pitched forth comets about a dying star
tell me if all time is one time
and what is was and will be
was the boy already corrupt as he looked upon the town
am i already dead as i write
he does not know what the years will bring
dark night touches him and the rain
his spirit leaps in his imagining
a man writes at table in the dark
he wonders of all things what we are
spirits creatures objects worse
pitched forth comets about a dying star
tell me if all time is one time
and what is was and will be
was the boy already corrupt as he looked upon the town
am i already dead as i write
posted by heelers | 1:51 AM
2 Comments:
I guess it depends on whether you think of time as a giant ocean or an endless river.
Some of the American Indian tribes believed that anything that happens in any given spot continues to happen there. It is just a matter of tuning in. For example, you are still standing in the field wondering; you will always be sitting at the table writing. This is why there are ghosts.
Gen, this thought is very pleasing to me. J
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