bradofcentralpa
05-09-2004, 07:56 AM
i apoligize it took the form of a shitey poem, but sometimes easier, however pretensious seeming:
Is that old impassive rock not alive?
Could it have tricked its mind into believing it wills my path obstructed by its weight?
Could I not be a boulder's hands, moving other boulders at its commands?
My hand surely is not alive--
But would I ask it?
And when it answer--for an answer, positive or negative, is always there-- would i believe it? would I believe that it answered?
I have tricked myself into believing my brain enslaves my body when a dialogue exists between all parts.
I do hope, for his sake, that my friend, the rock has no delusions of grandeur...that he controls the wind which dries his flesh, or the river moves his earthen legs;
And I hope the same for myself.
Is that old impassive rock not alive?
Could it have tricked its mind into believing it wills my path obstructed by its weight?
Could I not be a boulder's hands, moving other boulders at its commands?
My hand surely is not alive--
But would I ask it?
And when it answer--for an answer, positive or negative, is always there-- would i believe it? would I believe that it answered?
I have tricked myself into believing my brain enslaves my body when a dialogue exists between all parts.
I do hope, for his sake, that my friend, the rock has no delusions of grandeur...that he controls the wind which dries his flesh, or the river moves his earthen legs;
And I hope the same for myself.