presagements*
February 3, 2017 at 9:05 am Leave a comment
If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there, is there any sound?
What is a sound?
Tell me what a ‘one’ is, and I may answer.
Are trees no one?
Tell me of truth and I will tell you of silence. But you still will not have taught me how to hew wood and draw water, and how to carry them.
*shadowy visions from a seer
Entry filed under: On Truth, poetry. Tags: new poetry, presagements.
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