Everyday my mind is pressed to the grinding wheel.
Lectures, papers, exams, discussions, readings, etc.
I can discern ever more accurately;
I can see ever more clearly...
But, how dull and blind I still am!!!
My ideas are sifted through the great sieve of tradition;
Only the purest remain.
But wait! What is this?!
A hole: a gaping hole.
Has nobody noticed?
Who shall repair it?
It is far beyond the fix of any patch.
4 comments:
I'm not sure what to think; I appreciate it, even detect hints of E. Poe, but am not sure what to do with it.. is that how you felt when the thoughts first encroached upon you late at night?
The russian tempo is really there justinian; formality, tradition, and family followed by formality, tradition and family--craziness. gripping piece.
Good to have word of you man. Looks like I'll be seeing you and Chad both pretty soon (if the Texas thing is still happening)
Best,
T.
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