the sky is a lie

if all things
are beheld by human vision
and there are none beyond

if all that is
can be held within
the thought of man

if our only love
is that of our own
making

if all we can know
is what is attainable
and all pursuit
immediate, only to
subside thereafter

then all we strive after
is nothing!

to seek after the unknowable
to reach for the unreachable
to believe in the impossible
to envision the unseen

if this is mad
then let me be damned forever so
yet the nightmare concede the dream

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© September 29, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn

for by a tree

if I told you the story of a start
that has no beginning
told it in whole not in part
and no end would be bringing

would you be sown by its sum
for whatsoever you treasure
you shall become
and by its unknowable measure
be undone

for in its telling and beholding
conceives a conception and birth
a story perpetually unfolding
sentenced chapter and verse

and if from its plot you’re impelled,
nurtured by its burgeoning seed
from whence it indwelled
so matures then a vision freed
for by a tree was a forest beheld

but what if what you sought
sought you first
and with its priceless cost
you were bought
so the price you paid would not be lost

would you then lift up your sight
and so treasure your night
to behold what’s been let
the fulfilled measure of fully paid debt

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© September 19, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn