Excess Poem by Therese Pace

Excess



When the eye is satisfied
it does not beg for lens
setting a precedent,
excess being to vision
as drunkenness is to mind.
It roams, chooses, rests
and settles. A deficit addressed
may, later, lead to others.
Excess only becomes
the dupe of its extravagance.

Thursday, April 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: visionary
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Edward Kofi Louis 07 April 2016

Of its extravagance! Thanks for sharing.

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