Posted by S. on September 29, 1997 at 23:37:21:
How sweet the image
When unbound from the monument.
Sweeter still the vision
That is of the moment.
Of and not from
Therefore moment and not monument
True only when unbound
When unbound enough.
Like in free
When you are free to be bound.
The light from the beacon
Shines on the objects
But seeks not to find them.
It illuminates, it inspires
When it is only the light.
Light and object
Object and light
The mind, it juggles
The light, it huddles.
Behind the mind
The eye of the mind
Silent, pleasant and prosperous.
Three little beacons stood on the shore
One's named Beckett
A terrible boar
Teeth like daggers
His temper a roar.
The second is Drake
The captain of the wake
He believes
And in believing, wakes.
The third's a mystery
An unfathomable discovery
An ego who tries in verse
To discover the universe.