April 24, 2018 at 1:13 pm Leave a comment


these reflections, i think, distort.
i keep striving for clear vision
for perceiving now
and instead dealing
with that long gone.

you speak, i hear
in now and yet
i act toward the past.

how odd. as
finally, you turn
and walk away, realizing
i haven’t heard you: not a word of it.
i wonder
at your leaving, and then

interpret it
in terms of the past


Alternative title; ‘on the functions of language

Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, poetry, social psychology. Tags: , .

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