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Thursday, March 1, 2018

Nothing Left to Imagine - POEM of the MONTH!

Nothing Left to Imagine


Lying under the warm sun
Or lying to my tempered self,
There's nothing left to imagine
From Time's dusty bookshelf.

Learning every exposition
From comedy to utter rage,
Ticking until the explosion
Or exploding onto the stage.

Without a loss for words
Or lost in every melody;
Breaking all the records
Or exhausting every key.

Information provided,
Images without mystery,
Distractions undetected,
No one learns from history.

Reading between the lines
From Socrates to Tolstoy;
A narrative redefines,
Or it's problematic to employ.

Driving for peace and order
Or certain the road trip is a bust;
Wondering to see Heaven's wonder,
Or content as recycled dust ...

[Click here to read the Epilogue.]

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“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”
-- Ecclesiastes 1:2


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