by Tarek Hassan
Sunday, August 31, 2003

what is vision's weight
what awful price?

Tiresias the blind Seer


Tomorrow more to see and wonder

Dotted visions fill the blind man’s heart and sing

We are but weightless shadows

Turned into granite coffins

crushing weights of make-believe stones carved with incredible complexity

petrified forests from the deep past rule illegitimately

Tomorrow more to see and cry

the fire of knowledge
burns the seer
pursued by darkness
entangled in the forest
hampered by custom, jealousy and make-believe


tomorrow

more to see

more to fear tomorrow

......................
and cry

but why?

what is vision's weight?
what awful price?

t'is in the eyes that see
the tortured gaze

repentant hearts

seething...for more..........to see

tomorrow

copyright2003Tarek Hassan

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