Sunday, April 26, 2009
(photo originally posted by direk)
"...they were armored by the same impermeability of affection." - Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
I perceive the sun as dying in the horizon
Whereas you witness the sea awash with its flames
The night seems to me a moon-eating dragon
While you look at the sky as a lady’s bejeweled mane.
We are unique, envied by some
For the gift of transfiguration:
No less than words and images
Orgiastically populate our minds and senses.
Even with this oneness,
We do not see eye-to-eye
On certain things;
Despite the same potent imagination,
We are devoid of mutual understanding.
I wish it were easy to picture
Your frame of thought,
Your point of view,
Your line of vision,
But your lens contrasts my pen
In its manner of construction.
So this is what is said
As the indivisibility of creation and destruction:
We engender the unintelligible universe
But the price does not come free:
We must sacrifice to endure, forever,
The curse of seeing the world differently.