There is no truth,
there are two shores.
The first meanders along
the lines of
imagination. The other
follows the script
laid down by experience.
They are both a map to
this amalgam of
the reality which exists.
You go first, tell me
what the world is,
what the world does,
how it interacts with
who you are.
I’ll refute each statement.
I’ll rebuild each situation,
until the vector to arrival
equals where I am.
And you still won’t be wrong.
there are two shores.
The first meanders along
the lines of
imagination. The other
follows the script
laid down by experience.
They are both a map to
this amalgam of
the reality which exists.
You go first, tell me
what the world is,
what the world does,
how it interacts with
who you are.
I’ll refute each statement.
I’ll rebuild each situation,
until the vector to arrival
equals where I am.
And you still won’t be wrong.
1 comment:
This should be hung in every home (maybe without the weak line breaks, you trendy poet!) -- best I read in 2012.
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