The Blue Eyed Boy of Wonder

 The Blue Eyed Boy of Wonder

 

The young man

Was repelled

By the rhetorical

 

& preferred the image

 

He saw as a child

With a new man’s strength

 

Ecstatic with novelty 

& pleasure & ease

 

Then he weakened

Time sped up

Objects — no longer images suspended miraculously

 

And rhetoric became required

(You could call it a fall from grace?)

As he desperately

Sought out meaning amid the horror

 

Values 

Now ordered

By his tired mind

 

Beauty no longer seduced him

For long

 

Everything, even 

His visions,

Felt full of effort

 

What was “Life”

But labour?

 

Forgotten, the blue eyed boy of wonder

 

 

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