Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Blind: there is no epistemology

consumed emotionally
push as we do

running from
closed things
thirsting for those
things

knowing with
gelled strings
tormented open
springs
eternal

there is no ask{ing

2 Comments:

Anonymous CQ said...

No. I've been lucky. All I can do is share.

9:06 AM  
Blogger James Culleton said...

This poem makes me sad.

8:05 AM  

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