Reflections in the golden eye ...

We are reflections in the golden eye
of day's new face, as we pass by,
and all the sights and sounds
and all the things we know
are shapes upon the stage,
within the magic
lantern's colored glow.

In metaphor I measure out
these things, not knowing if
they're real or my imaginings,
but my perception tells me they are real,
with gain and loss on human nature's spinning wheel.

Life is tested, time and time again, in bold relief,
and entropy's disordered randomness
has turbulence masquerading as it's thief.


Poem by John Prime
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Voice Reading (mp3) by John