To Think Reveals the World

Oranges.
Oranges and cream.
Home,
spills from the folds
of the galaxy.
While you are caught up
in a net of numbers,
solving problems
working your mind;
I am
walking the soft roads
of the universe,
arranging stars
with my forefinger and thumb.
You are stuck
below the clouds
while I journey
above them,
pondering
the things
history and existence
throw
into my hands.
I play with these things,
then throw them back
for my mind is
wholly devoted
to the future.





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HIPPIEatHEART_writerINsoul This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 29, 2011 at 10:13 am

I'm not intentionally creeping on your poems, I promise! :) They just all seem so very interesting.

I really like the meaning of this one. You seem, again, like a very wise person with an open mind. I can appreciate that, and I can appreciate this poem.

 
lapisleaves This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 1, 2011 at 8:55 pm
Oh, I don't mind the creeping!  I quite like reading your comments- thank you very much for them- they mean a great deal to me :)
 
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