A FEATURE OF FARADY'S FRIDAY
('Priestly and Lavoisier')
The elm tree at the corner was ravaged - I saw it
reflected in a thrown-out wall-size mirror. The
image was startling - probably half life-size too.
There's no way to gauge such comparison -
it's more an inner thing; mind's eye or intuition.
No science exists to measure like this.
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I see other things too -
the distant trestle of the SEPTA line,
the dome of some golden church or another.
Pigeons aloft, alight to wires and a pole.
Up in the dusky sky, a lone old moon is high.
-
I reach it all without connection.
These things, images or figments, are
of some pseudo-scientific spell to me;
like a man, let's say, who discovered oxygen
while not realizing he'd already been breathing.
The elm tree at the corner was ravaged - I saw it
reflected in a thrown-out wall-size mirror. The
image was startling - probably half life-size too.
There's no way to gauge such comparison -
it's more an inner thing; mind's eye or intuition.
No science exists to measure like this.
-
I see other things too -
the distant trestle of the SEPTA line,
the dome of some golden church or another.
Pigeons aloft, alight to wires and a pole.
Up in the dusky sky, a lone old moon is high.
-
I reach it all without connection.
These things, images or figments, are
of some pseudo-scientific spell to me;
like a man, let's say, who discovered oxygen
while not realizing he'd already been breathing.
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