Eyes of a friend cast awareness over me
To convolute a focus and any sense of vision.
They draw the mind
Into distracted pure awareness of itself -
Awkward and frustrated...
They force my hope to some new future
Where the blending of our being's needs
Are just controlled by what they need
And not by what they make out they don't need;
Ungoverned by wide-open eyes, this careful room
Or my animal pride.
Realities more real to the brain
But where beneath them all this one still remains
Untainted, by our station within it;
A girl's respectful expression;
An outside view of oneself
Where what we feel we should or could be
Stirs the insides; it can make us hide
In thoughts of some free future.
Here where I have indulged my spirit
Or been infected with a face-preparing plague -
For your faces that were young and will remind me
How we were nothing -
How still I am nothing -
But a riding soul placed onto powers we receive -
That so relieve and so deceive -
Inside stark yet phantom limitations to our worlds.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
