7.10.2010

Subjectivity

Now we see through a glass dimly
We argue about the colors behind
Until our breath fogs everything up

3 comments:

  1. ...

    the cup
    once dimly, now opaque
    blackened by our sinuous mistake
    of breathing heavily
    ruthless intelligence

    until glory unfolds
    Behold ...

    ReplyDelete
  2. yeah, i just wanted to tell you what fun it is to read your comments, but suddenly feel pressure to make it poetic.... :) love you!!! and annie may, good job, too!!! mom

    ReplyDelete
  3. love that, Annie.

    haha, no pressure, Mom!

    ReplyDelete

\\\ /// \\\