Paradise was blissful
ignorance once
but for you.
Everyone thinks
to curse you and
not thank you
for opening your
eyes,
for creating
the first, the very first
problem,
for stirring
discontent.
What is the dream
if not for the long
stretch
between what is
and what
could be?
What creates greatness
but this chasm
of adversity?
I look at you
across time,
starting the first
fire,
startled by your discovery
of inadequacy.
I could be
looking
into
a mirror.
March 14, 2011
Image from: tablespace.net
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