Kaleidoscope Sessions 16
from Kaleidoscope Sessions Hosted by Kaleidoscope
Time's a circumference Whereof the segment of our station seems A long straight line from nothing into naught. Therefore we say "progress", "infinity“ — Dull words whose object Hangs in the air of error and delights Our boyish minds ahunt for butterflies. For aspiration studies not the sky But looks for stars; the victories of faith Are soldiered none the less with certainties, And all the multitudinous armies decked With banners blown ahead and flute before March not to the desert or th’ Elysian fields, But in the track of some discovery, The grip and cognizance of something true, Which won resolves a better distribution Between the dreaming mind and real truth. I cannot understand you. ‘T is because You lean over my meaning’s edge and feel A dizziness of the things I have not said.
Embed this episode
No transcript yet.