Perceptions - Poem by Sara Militello
One must take the world
as it is found.
Yet, is the victim, crying passive
in the dust
aware of the part he must play
to make of his life what he deems just?
Our Gods only what we conceive
speak also in tongues we use to deceive.
It's at once our Selves they express
as well address.
We blunder most when least we must~
and hide behind a mounted defense
detering a genuine knowing our Selves.
And though we blame the planets
or our Gods for much that goes amiss
it's back to us the scepter must pass
as our image melts into glass...
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