September 8th 1998

Ah, the wonder of passing time
whisking away the thoughts of patience
can you not help but wonder
what life has in store?

Sandpaper images are all I find
seemingly corrosive to every second
the guilt of innocence of what pains me
why is it so?

A stream of a river
beautiful mountain of blessed memory
have no place
in the disciplined and trained mind

And once having realized the fact
I crumple up the sandpaper images
and then do I realize that my hands are scratched
and begin to bleed

Where was the beauty in that?
how could I have been so blind?
I can’t bear to think of the consequences
of shutting out ones emotions

what do you see?
more important-
how do you feel?
Therein can most questions truly be answered.

RyanDavid Burningham