SQUARE ONE
The earth is flat, I swear, not round if your sight is straight
Like a ball of twain a straight line it is though entwined, It stretches in front of all the feet that walked blindly in trust and love
End to End joining Edges to take away the fear of loose Ends
From the ocean compassion a gift it is to man at it’s swelling best
round the bends he went, Galileo, back at square one he thought
an objective perception attempted, the subject real alas! Missing,
was his feet grounded upon the realm of reality firmly truly?
the angles squares and spheres born in a thought he feigned he had
Rabbits out of a hat for the children’s of the silver sand beach delight
Descartes was right half way it’s sense projections world’s mirages
But Holograms truly they burst, inside reality firm and transparent,
and cease to exist in the heart in the absence of a thought you refuse
Like a ball of twain a straight line it is though entwined, It stretches in front of all the feet that walked blindly in trust and love
End to End joining Edges to take away the fear of loose Ends
From the ocean compassion a gift it is to man at it’s swelling best
round the bends he went, Galileo, back at square one he thought
an objective perception attempted, the subject real alas! Missing,
was his feet grounded upon the realm of reality firmly truly?
the angles squares and spheres born in a thought he feigned he had
Rabbits out of a hat for the children’s of the silver sand beach delight
Descartes was right half way it’s sense projections world’s mirages
But Holograms truly they burst, inside reality firm and transparent,
and cease to exist in the heart in the absence of a thought you refuse
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About this poem:
dreams and reality
dreams and reality
