July 11, 2011

Plato, the Poem

shadows on the wall, he said
you don’t even see the thing
shadows of puppets in firelight

blink, rub your eyes, blinded
stare straight at the sun
feel the full burn of the light
until you can see, really see

then go back down
into the prison of night
swim through darkness, blind again
even the shadows are gone
even the consolation of the lie
  is invisible

  he said there are two phases
    of blindness –
going from the dark up to the light
& going from the light down to the dark

before you call a man a fool
you best know
if his head is full of darkness, or light

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