Once, through a glass darkly.
Once, through a mirror dimly.
I saw.
Then, through a din faintly.
Then, through a hum hardly.
I heard.
And now, the eyes of my ears have opened.
And now, the ears of my eyes hear clear.
I am.
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J. Zito can't stop thinking about things. If he could stop, he probably wouldn't anyway.
Once, through a glass darkly.
Once, through a mirror dimly.
I saw.
Then, through a din faintly.
Then, through a hum hardly.
I heard.
And now, the eyes of my ears have opened.
And now, the ears of my eyes hear clear.
I am.
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March 5, 2010 at 11:08 am
Carlos Detres
I actually dig this. It’s short but I get it. Even the lenght lends itself to the poetry. Good job!
March 5, 2010 at 11:10 am
valeriangraile
Thanks, brother! But, do you get it, really? Title and all?
March 5, 2010 at 3:43 pm
Juliet Vedral
This is pretty awesome. I especially like the imagery of the second stanza.
March 6, 2010 at 8:21 pm
jesse
very nice joe!