A glass menagerie
crystal animals,
light filtered through blinds
makes them fluid on the wall,
moving as if they have
something important to show us,
as if this is a cave wall,
as if we know this world
by the shadows it throws.
15 Thursday Dec 2016
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inA glass menagerie
crystal animals,
light filtered through blinds
makes them fluid on the wall,
moving as if they have
something important to show us,
as if this is a cave wall,
as if we know this world
by the shadows it throws.
One wonders what Plato would have thought of the current crop of cave dwellers… ~
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There must be so many great thinkers spinning in their graves – I am surprised we don’t feel the earth vibrating. Writing and resisting is all I can think to do…
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