TYGER
[Maybe we get tired of the symbolism,
yet on it goes nonetheless - things
speaking for us, like that tyger at the tomb.
Tyger, tyger burning bright, in the forest of
the night....what fearful hand or eye.
-
The artist draws lines with both hands,
one into the other in a row by row.
-
Creation is a myth circulated by all.
Shadows are repeated over and over
by all those passing in the dark. Rather
this scree, this projected picture we
imagine (each other imagining), should
be talking about us - and yet, as it
grows apace perhaps it is. Tyger,
tyger buring bright....].
[Maybe we get tired of the symbolism,
yet on it goes nonetheless - things
speaking for us, like that tyger at the tomb.
Tyger, tyger burning bright, in the forest of
the night....what fearful hand or eye.
-
The artist draws lines with both hands,
one into the other in a row by row.
-
Creation is a myth circulated by all.
Shadows are repeated over and over
by all those passing in the dark. Rather
this scree, this projected picture we
imagine (each other imagining), should
be talking about us - and yet, as it
grows apace perhaps it is. Tyger,
tyger buring bright....].
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