North American Dreaming: Please
...Such is the way of things,
Illuminations shine,
At different intensities
Unbalanced.
But lit never the less...
William Burkholder seeks assurances from those who wallow in affliction.
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Please
Anxiety wrought,
From unkind words,
Not your undoing,
It's theirs.
Tis no warrant I draw
Against those who speak ire
Against my prose.
Such is the way of things,
Illuminations shine,
At different intensities
Unbalanced.
But lit never the less;
What can a blind man see,
In the physical world without Braille?
Without his hands to do the reading,
The touching?
What can a deaf man hear in the physical world
Without first having the heart to imagine?
Aye, Imagination! Heart, love!
I have known them both who see and hear!
Tis wonderful!
And alas I have known those who refused.
Those that wallow in affliction's pit of pride and ego;
Of self import and lame ability to see beyond their noses,
surveying sky and ceiling.
Again, no warrants wrought here.
No Ire from this poet.
Observations only from one set of eyes,
One beating heart.
Prove me wrong,
Please.
