intents
and tendencies of dead poets...
sages
too, resonate alive with influence
affecting
me still about what I say
and
how I will say it.
My ancestors
were affected once
by the
ones before them as well,
and so on...
And if
you look back
far
enough in time
through
your imagined telescope
you can
see
it's
like two mirrors facing one another
that
bounce reflections of
each
other's emanations
back
and forth
deeper
down the corridor
like
cat's cradle light strands
and so on...
you can
see cultures
are
like brothers and sisters
born
from mother cultures
and so on...
you can
watch
cell
division unify
back
in time
converging
toward
the
common point
source
unheard
unseen...
looking
back
the
world is just a candle flame
put
out...
...I'll meet you here
© 1999 by David Bozzi |
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