In silence's wondrous solitude,
I am alone.
What greater gift but this eternal calm?
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Complexity
My eyes upon your lips,
As Seventeen and Seventy times I look on in uncertainty.
Green and Red merge into bruised patterns of confusion.
Together they become one, forming an intricate dance that mocks.
Patterns without names, names with unforeseen patterns
And a million shapes morph into meanings not true.
A thousand spoken words linger around me,
But to my ears never did make it
Yet to my eyes distorted and true.
Aye, such complexity, only the eye knows.
As Seventeen and Seventy times I look on in uncertainty.
Green and Red merge into bruised patterns of confusion.
Together they become one, forming an intricate dance that mocks.
Patterns without names, names with unforeseen patterns
And a million shapes morph into meanings not true.
A thousand spoken words linger around me,
But to my ears never did make it
Yet to my eyes distorted and true.
Aye, such complexity, only the eye knows.
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