Intentions And Preconceptions - Poem by Christopher Withers
they sometimes get the better of me,
my automatic, lie-down attitude, sees.
sees me standing here: searching,
desiring the vastness of the open sky
(and beyond) , yet:
at each point of involuntary contact,
i find myself embracing the ground,
and during this disjointed,
i sometimes glimpse
the shadow of such unknown wonders,
brush their shape with open hands,
before blindness claims me once more.
such mini discoveries
(or mini-delusions to the minds of some)
keep open the bud of childlike wonder,
starving off decay, and
total submersion within the blindness of
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