Photograph: Werner Schmidt

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

What Lay Before Him

What Lay Before Him

Out of nothing more tangible
Than his imagination
He fashioned oars
To bring forth from his mind
The shell he thought into being,
The shell he would row
When he was old enough
To hold the oars,
For pulling forward the shell
From the imaginary to the actual,
For pulling forward his shell
Through the water,
For pulling forward himself
By each stroke of the clock
Through time he manifested
As himself, holding the oars
Of necessity, ever propelling
Himself forward.

Philip Kuepper
(16 November, 2012)

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