As I Go
Last evening's bright, high, tiny full moon
Is, in its disappearance, yet visible to me,
This Sunday afternoon.
Oh, I realize that my eyes hyperbolize
And my imagination leans toward distorting reality,
When what's at stake is my personal seeing to it
That the cosmos of which I'm sole maker
Keeps operating of its own volition,
Unaffected by all known laws natural or otherwise,
Save those I create by intuition
As I go.
10/04/09 - (1)
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