Consider, if you like, the moon:
A body not neglected —
“Original” it isn’t, since
It’s light’s, at best, reflected
But since it darkness overcomes,
It might be now agreed,
One need not be original
To be what people
Need
Tag: Originality
Ectypes
The rain creates reflections of what is;
Both on the pavement, and within my head
I dream awake, sleepwalking through my day;
Then wrestle with realities in bed
A prototype of something new and bold
Was what I always dreamed I would become
And yet, a sort of ectype’s what I am,
I sit reflecting:
Wet
And blind
And dumb
