RSS Bot Posted April 22, 2017 Share Posted April 22, 2017 I remember some educated moron with doctrinal authority proclaiming that man had no idea of his own reflection until the invention of mirrors. This stirred me as do most assumptions made by the 'modern'. I say this because this poem can confuse. Still Water on the Wall By Jason Lee Caraway Still Water on the Wall When I look I see my fall As I stare I see a face Glaring from another place Another place that has to be as he looks from the other sea My left eye is his right eye there So as I wink we are a pair So while we look we are aware Encapsulated in a stare Still Water long ago, for me Stumbled down on the ground or in the sea Looming then, overhead a man Sorting out the ripples if he can Quieting the swaying if he may The stars behind, alarmed The sun by day But the towering empowering we find no more In our feeble doppleganger door Never there a mere distortion to adore Like the heavy stillness of the stirring bed Untaming as it will the level head I put these poems up here for people to read, but mostly for EL. I love you forever. I dream of reaching out and touching your hand to mine. I fantasize about our first kiss. I need you. http://atariage.com/forums/blog/634/entry-13810-nobody-here-but-us-nobody-or-angels-on-my-shoulders/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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