That’s where my range is pitched
\nAs on a radio band;
\nTell me what lies outside
\nAnd I’ll not understand.<\/p>\n
In all things absolute
\nIn what I think I know,
\nAs age adjusts the span
\nSo change the things on show.<\/p>\n
Remember I the past
\nWith all its certainties?
\nUntil learning something new
\nDeny with facile ease.<\/p>\n
Is what I newly learn
\nNearer the truth I seek
\nErasing all the past,
\nOr is my logic weak?<\/p>\n
Or only circular
\nTo chase an older tale
\nWhich though a light to me
\nMake any progress fail?<\/p>\n
Who am I that dare search
\nFor some reality
\nWhere sense and thought dissolve
\nBeyond polarity?<\/p>\n
And is this searched for truth
\nAwaiting me to find
\nArousing false hopes
\nOf Irrelevant mankind?<\/p>\n
Shown from the ant-eye view
\nThe largest volume see
\nOr, in the greater plan,
\nThe sub-atomic me.<\/p>\n
October 1993<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
That’s where my range is pitched As on a radio band; Tell me what lies outside And I’ll not understand. In all things absolute In what I think I know, As age adjusts the span So change the things on … Continue reading