Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I had a vision once--
Where did it go?

It was just smoke and dreams--
The inability to distinguish fair from foul

The inability to acknowledge the error
Of fake comprehension--

A lifetime's worth of wondering
"Who am I?"

As if all of us were perpetual
Teenagers in wrinkled bodies

Facing the next round of blood work
Amazed it has come to this--

As if we had a codicil
Absolving us from nature's laws--

I had a vision that has become
The reality of my reckoning--

Now I know I do not know
Now I see I could never see--

And the longing to pass
Is almost irresistible

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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