Paradox (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I woke one morning to recall
A night without a dream at all
And from this dreamless well arose
Such choices, of which none I chose
And from such choices turned away
Came shafts of sunlight without day
And memories that I’d forget
Like ghost-less rooms to haunt me yet

I tried one evening to bestow
A knowledge that I didn’t know
And out of ignorance was found
Intelligence without a bound
This paradox could be undone
If four were three and three were one
But now I can’t escape the hell
Believing not what’s known too well

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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11 Responses to Paradoxical

  1. Ray says:

    “Shafts of sunlight…” Nice.

  2. “If four were three and three were one,” then maybe you woke four mornings to recall instead of one? 🙂

  3. Skye says:

    Excellent…..Hope you are on the mend!! 🙂

  4. monocochlearmutineer says:

    I love it when you channel Mr Poe. This is superb.

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