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Imprisoned or Prism
This poem is a response to Cynthia B.T's. polite polemic, Mind in a Cage.
https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=91731
I am grateful to her for having incited me to use my mind.
Imprisoned or Prism
Our mind is the eye
By which we see, or not, all worlds;
The humdrum, the yet to come,
The mathematical, the fantastical.
By which we perceive, or n...
Tuesday 25th June 2019 4:21 pm
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