Overcome

Oh that I possessed objective eyes

How I might laugh

To see the simplicity of all that is complex and mysterious

To smile at my incompetence in trifflings

And offer release to the inevitable

Yet even the realization of my dreams

Fears this inevitable infinity

That each transcendence fears another

And even beyond is such a petty thought

When perhaps those eyes look on

Just beyond these thoughts

Which will never escape themselves to see

Copyright Eric Wasiolek Grinnell 1978