Clad in black, with golden hair,
There sits a pair of two.
Within the midst of many more,
The more may wonder this:
This theory of
both friend and foe,
this product of a single mind:
I am- therefore I know.
And if I know,
so too I must,
know what it is
to have no knowledge thus.
So here I digress,
I readress my test,
I return to the
white gold men of black.
If who they are
is not each other,
then the "not's"
of eachother they are.
What one is,
the other is too,
but they are not
the same.
So do you see,
that 'tween he and me,
we are- the projection
of the other.
And so the many more,
who come to stop and wonder,
They can see that he and me,
we are- and thus we know.
Author notes
Written September 26th, 2006
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my words are useless...i will simply applaud this in absolute silence!
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I enjoyed reading your poem...it really made me think:
nothing black and white anymore...everything grey...knowledge is relative...everything is relative...we create our own standards our own meaning...our own reality out of nothing...out of chaos... -
Hey Thundercat...
I liked this one...well written
You remind so much of Donne's poetry
in some way you are a metaphysical poet...
great poem...
Thanks for reading and commenting on my poem
Solo Me
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eerie
Roller coaster ride!! You have summed up about 1/2 the questions of the universe. There is an eerie feeling and a feeling of enlightenment just over the next horizon. Wonderful work, poet friend!
hugs Wolfie
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