packed with stimuli, Lawrence.
That's why I interfere and try aerating the lines as below,
even if couplets are misleading…
best from Max
On 13/02/2012, at 11:09 PM, Lawrence Upton wrote:
> I’d go blinkered. Much light fires up its thought.
> One must look away, burned, as if God’s hand
> were still making the means of perception;
> and the heat of his fingers traces meteors
> into bright eyes closed against that seeing
> unable to resist the knowledge act,
> neither I nor It able to control
> what we are when we are exposed to sight.
> A simple thing, a stone, or else a plant,
> is in flame, of kind, all time, becoming
> ash of a future when the universe
> falls into itself at the end of days.
> The whole world is burning, without decay
> or diminishment; and all are tinder.
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