Treasure Island

Paul Moosberg

(6-25-82 / Texas)

A Spectramatic Perception


All is dark, no choice exists
Start a spark, creating bliss
Run its light, from that to this
Perimeter, created bliss

Growing now, to shine on out
Showing how, it comes about
Paths of past, in bliss to shout
Light will show, to come about

Light is fastest always strewn
In the smallest darkest room
Across the universe’s gloom
Light is leaving every room

Submitted: Friday, June 16, 2006
Edited: Saturday, December 03, 2011

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  • Mary Nagy (9/12/2006 8:30:00 AM)

    Many of your poems leave my head spinning. Truly Paul, the most interesting and unique writing I've seen in so long. Great work. sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • Will Barber (6/19/2006 7:31:00 PM)

    If you had any doubt that you are a genius, reread this poem. I fear you may be the reincarnation of William Blake. Just speculation, but the poem would have been claimed proudly by that visionary. (Report) Reply

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