Friday, June 3, 2011

Old poem #3



We've got our analogies
and metaphors
and similes
and
allegories

We've got our red clay and yellow silt

We've got dust and grime
dirt and mud

and what we lack
is clarity
we have stones
when we need crystal,

we have leather
when we need glass

doors
instead
of
windows

There's no maps, no direction
no guides
nor a destination

we've traded lenses for gems
and our telescope is blind

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