You gaze at me, assured, composed,
as if your answer, unopposed
would stand against all scrutiny.
But what is clear in your own mind,
as one who sees and yet is blind,
is merely practiced litany.
You cannot see half hidden by
the shadow of the if and why
a nuanced answer signified.
And speaking yet into the air
enchanted by your doctrinaire
opinions that have not been tried -
You will not countenance a doubt
that anyone may have searched out
a truth you have not realized.
But I can see you, I can hear.
Your point of view is very clear.
And nodding silently, I go.
There is no point continuing
when only one is listening.
He will not learn, who only knows.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
You gaze at me, assured, composed,
as if your answer, unopposed
would stand against all scrutiny.
But what is clear in your own mind,
as one who sees and yet is blind,
is merely practiced litany.
You cannot see half hidden by
the shadow of the if and why
a nuanced answer signified.
And speaking yet into the air
enchanted by your doctrinaire
opinions that have not been tried -
You will not countenance a doubt
that anyone may have searched out
a truth you have not realized.
But I can see you, I can hear.
Your point of view is very clear.
And nodding silently, I go.
There is no point continuing
when only one is listening.
He will not learn, who only knows.
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