The LensesA Poem by MasonA blind shot at prose poetry.If men were the size of ants, they would claim mountains are hewn from wood and grow from seed. With both eyes one can see as far as time will allow light to move. He can see all the all planes of matter and size with one gaze in any direction. For the sky is a lense into time and space.
It is through the lenses that we see our world. There are as many of these lenses as there are numbers and increments of time. Each second brings forth millions to the mind. It is how of our mind sees through these lenses which molds the clay of our lives.
The animal will strategize, determine the most favorable route to take. But there is systems in the body one does not control. They are among the lenses, and they can work against you; for I have seen the fools who believe the great seers did not think with a sober mind. © 2010 MasonFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on December 5, 2010 Last Updated on December 5, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorMasonOmaha, NEAboutMy name is Mason. I love the bizarre. I love to write. I think language is universal, and if we could write poetry to be understood by the other creatures of this Earth, we would be one step closer to.. more..Writing
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