34. Blind love
Poetry is not enough
to express the ways of love
how it lures us to obey
blindly the atrocious way
in which we simply are deceived
beyond our senses far astray
into the wilderness of childish play.
I can't object. I am all for it,
lead me on, you are my guide,
blind goddess, since you are the only one
to know the better proper way
of how to make the show go on
forever without any stage to play it on
and without any stuff to build it on.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-26 at 13:42
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