2002 Poetry

why do we seek for intelligence?

is it because we are dense?

why do you hanker for beauty?

is it because we are unsightly?

we kneel and implore to a man

standing still

whom we frequently refer to

as a statue just looking through

without symphaty for our sanity

a house is wreathed in facades

all that we see aren't real

if we would only be an augur

we would easily presage

all that man’s whim, beauty

and acumen shall soon perish

like an ice on top of a volcanic ring

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