Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Cognito ergo someone
To believe is to be living
Ear eye am
What is this I that I know?

Monday, August 8, 2011

I'd rather have a book in front of me.
If I shy from your gaze, or rush by without a sign
It's because I'd rather have a book in front of me.
If I look uneasy or unsure of how to look
It's because I'd rather have a book in front of me
That tickles cranial crevices
To examine a mirror that deepens
To plunge, skim, glide, burrow into & over a landscape
More forgiving than any other's eyes
And when there's a book in front of me
It's the only thing that is.