Shadows On the Cave Wall
The poem that can describe
Just how your soul can touch mine
Is nothing short of a miracle
An inspiration divine.
For all models are incorrect;
All equations fall short.
All words can’t quite reflect,
To describe a thing does distort.
At best, a word is just a symbol,
To weave shadows into solidity.
It is a challenge not so simple
To expose the latent reality.
Glimpsed in the corner of the eye
Steal glance from cave walls to the flame.
All that moves us from inside
The spark from which we came.
Blinding pyre, inchoate conflagration.
Colors all, none, eyes are awed.
Search in vain for a description,
Perhaps the unseeable face of God.
3/5/16
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