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
Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.
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