Sonnet #22: Storm

It is a dry, not wet, but stormy day
Between the eyes my vision searches light
What cannot be, I cannot see nor say
And for vague knowledge I miss all my sight
It is the Moon we like to conquer soon
We run in circles, never meet our goals
Instead we catch the opposite platoon
To reach their glorious heights but lose our souls
To think the future times might grow in fame
With all the power of mankind will glow
This hybris of the mighty is insane
Without my vision I don’t feel it though
        The storm is rolling on from Eastern skies
        We should have known it, but we’ve closed our eyes.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2022

© Keli Black (image)

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