WITH blinding insight,
we throw our coins into
a pond, is this a childish
prank , or a jungle full of
sights and sounds, as a child
we betted our marbles, now,
we bet our lifves, on love,
or some thing close to it.
WITH blinding insight we
stripe down to naked, and
find our selfves as we really
appear, naked and laughing,
and hoked on love, or some
thing close to it.
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blinding-insight/
