visions

we'll dream. oh don't pretend--we shall
build stone zeppelins and crow success, never mind
it only flies down; we can fix that
on the way. we'll dream! the world's our liquid
marionette, and all our plans are strings
but don't despair! tie tighter knots
for more control.--No! no, it's wrong;
we'll never fly, nor control.
we were born wingless
into puddled gravity:
gasping at birth, we'll gasp at death
but why despair between?




1/27/09