Sunday, 24. July 2005
Strider
May God us keep
From Single Vision and Newton’s sleep ~ William Blake
Bent over with your double vision Of muscle and glass, you watch me Shuffle on the rippled surface Of water, without (in the pond) And within (your eyes).
Thus kept from drowning, from sleep,
I manacle myself with the word
To your constant gaze, the end of all vision,
And become a strider, a water walker,
Crossing into your lit shade.
Image-ned Word
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