New York, The City rises outside my door
For some, a playground, so vast to explore
But for me, a reminder, I cannot ignore
That the world is too large and I'll never be sure
How it all works, or why it's all there
Too many features I cannot compare
Most never known and most never seen
Not in the flesh, and Not on the screen.
Not by the ear, and Not by the tongue,
Not spoken, Not read,
Not thought and Not sung
Not under soles, Not breathed into lung
Not in my experience
I will not understand
So I'm left to imagine, but more likely not
That that I do is too quickly forgot
All of these people, and all of their thoughts
More time than I have,
An instant demands.
~D.B. Guy
1/24/14, before 8am
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
New York, The City rises outside my door
For some, a playground, so vast to explore
But for me, a reminder, I cannot ignore
That the world is too large and I'll never be sure
How it all works, or why it's all there
Too many features I cannot compare
Most never known and most never seen
Not in the flesh, and Not on the screen.
Not by the ear, and Not by the tongue,
Not spoken, Not read,
Not thought and Not sung
Not under soles, Not breathed into lung
Not in my experience
I will not understand
So I'm left to imagine, but more likely not
That that I do is too quickly forgot
All of these people, and all of their thoughts
More time than I have,
An instant demands.
~D.B. Guy
1/24/14, before 8am
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