as the foghorn blows for the third time
i ask the question once again …
where lies the hands of power
and bringing consciousness back into my material being
i find two hands that look very much
like my own
nomind, i don’t mind
i thought i was a thinker
but Rodin proved me wrong
he bronzed the thinker
after pondering on that
while observing the foot traffic
at the gallery for a long moment …
i wondered:
as an observer of the observers
am i hunter or prey?
Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 3:08 AM UTC
as the foghorn blows for the third time
i ask the question once again …
where lies the hands of power
and bringing consciousness back into my material being
i find two hands that look very much
like my own
nomind, i don’t mind
i thought i was a thinker
but Rodin proved me wrong
he bronzed the thinker
after pondering on that
while observing the foot traffic
at the gallery for a long moment …
i wondered:
as an observer of the observers
am i hunter or prey?
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