The Ancient Mariner did stoppeth, who
with 'long grey beard and glittering eye',
only those ready to hear his lesson song.
The broken still fresh fallen, are not ready,
to endure 'A billion microscopic splinters',
or face death of a thousand cuts hurts sucks.
For many filters, wonder splice experiences,
refract rainbow colours split light scientific,
harmony inscribed multiplicity nature; heals
through safe viewing glass, cruel dimensional
realities do not bite strike sensitive mind chimes,
within ice unnerving chilly colours, soft filters
a safe distance insulated; observational reality,
disaster spaced is achieved to protect mortality;
not all have character strength source flexibility
First quotation from line three of ‘The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner’ by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Second quotation from line three of ‘Soulless Man’ by Terence George Craddock.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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