Analogies like allergies
Spring forth like pollen
In the flower of a teaching
Oh those diagrams
Shine like diadems
In the mind of the speaker
Get off of my perception
It's too free to be used
For building up your ego
Which has gotten so huge
Lift up a mountain
Drink up the sea
Capture the wind
Its all the same to me
How is it the man does not hear
What has to us become so clear
That the clouds have crowded his ears
Syllogisms, stories, little jokes
Enthymemes, quips, anecdotes
Pickles, olives, artichokes
All seem so very much remote
To those waiting for the news
Thirsty for some hidden truths
But never there to find
Once eclipsed and passed over,
Behind the blind, drawn
By the words... of the speaker
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for taking the time to stop by.