The Law of Inversion / Joshua Alan Sturgill
The Mountain appears to narrow at its summit,
the Road to contract as it recedes.
A glance shows a barren meadow, though
ten thousand flowers prepare there to bloom.
Seen through the sitting room window,
a single cloud belies a moonlit sky. Alas!
The smallness of my life! Of past Ages’ wisdom
only an unmusical mutter has reached my ear,
and at the coming Feast, how could I ever hope
to earn an honorable seat? May smallness
shrivel! Let it be a disguise, an origin, a pretense,
mere exposition of a Story about to begin.
How vast a Philosophy, though it seems
constrained by the covers of the book.
The Mountain widens in its ascent.
The Road is a pomegranate full of stars
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