Inspiration
Our days and nights are blind like Homer, blind
And seeing, deep and wide, but still inept.
Time carries us through life but like a mind
Confused through madness. Life remains adept
At fraud, poetically and just with scales
Upon its prose like Saul when Christ had vouched
A perfect vision of a god with nails
In both his palms. When Saul of Tarsus crouched
Disabled in a sightless room, dark life
Was time’s new prophecy, its gospel taught
As blackness. Saul had specialized in strife.
The zealot found a blank he had not sought.
..A 20/20 revelation brings
….A blinding insight, one that mutes us, sings.