Ultimately

Beware, philosopher! My powers overshadow yours.
You seek to prove what's true and not, what's real
And what is fantasy, your ifs and thens and elses
Little soldiers laying siege to darkened castles
Held by other minds. You cannot conquer me.
I am the very land they stalk. You're in my castle
As we speak, and, though you conjure proofs
Of what must be which can convince yourself,
I disagree, and, if I turn, this universe of yours
And its proponent will be gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-08-09 at 13:28

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