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
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“Shafts of sunlight…” Nice.
Thanks Ray!! 🙂
“If four were three and three were one,” then maybe you woke four mornings to recall instead of one? 🙂
Possibly, by the end of the poem I was confusing myself, LOL! 🙂
Excellent…..Hope you are on the mend!! 🙂
Thanks – not yet, but hopefully soon! Hope you are feeling better too?
I love it when you channel Mr Poe. This is superb.
Thanks so much, that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂
great stuff
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
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