I still want to be great
And a year goes by
Figuring out what that means
Is hard and I think takes me
In the wrong directions
To investigate my mediated senses, the world,
Or learn inward archiving
Only those thoughts that move and form
Like the one I have of every triangle
With these three foundations how does use match up to greatness?
And even raw capability—
If that is greatness,
By another name—
I think I sense
But I do not understand.
Wanting to reject measure, others’ measure,
I can’t seem to find my own.
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Thanks for this... I can sympathize with the ambivalence and with the confusion... I think "measure" is a great, and subtle, way to frame it. Beautiful...
ReplyDelete.. and yet you live out your own in a way other people recognize - this is what they will say about you, that you think differently than anyone. take this poem for example. :)
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