A Moment, Amporphic

Three birds

perched in a tree.

Two switch positions,

the triangle remains.

Some days, we seek

a permanent outline.

Did Blake ever stray

from his infinite consciousness?

Hinder its expansion

with the human tendency

to control, contain, define?

“Confine” is the next word, wasn’t

until now.

 

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William Blake, The Tiger

 

 

 

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