A phenomenon is just a matter of opinion
and I don't know why you'd call,
just so I would talk you out of a bad decision.
I make bad decisions, with utter precision.
I prescribe one every morning, like a physician.
I quantify my wishes
like a mathematician.
How could you not know by now,
that Im hiding by dreaming-
I keep my feet on the fall
like some keep their eye on the ball.
but you know me, I dance with the forrest
because I fail to see beyond the trees.
I miss the colossal of giants,
had I not been examining their knees.
It all slips and slides in the butter of magic.
But that's just a matter of opinion.
and in every small day, there lies a large phenomenon,
But that's just a matter of dominion.
1 comment:
Your succint clarity and voice of reason is so beautifully explicated in this poem of self- defining veracity. Without a doubt, the landscape of your ethereal reality inevitably lures and keeps me longing for more.
Perpetually a fan,
Dana
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