MATERIALISM
This pen hovers above this paper
while thoughts, jumbled and gaoled
in my cells of grey........
the bulk that is supposed to know
what to write and say.
Much are subjects to be written
while on this highway to knowledge
The cities view along the sky line
is but a smoggy inspiration.
Now in my studio, here I sit
with books draped wide
This essay wont gel
nor my paint upon the canvas
stretched before my eyes.
Today, Capricorn must compromise
it was written in the stars
Told me this from a voice
on the radio. So here I wait
to see what will materialize.
TeAnne © 15 March 1999
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