Dovina1 Jan 2007

Yes, He should have known he was running out of time,
Should have known his mocking sneers were paper shields,
should have surrendered his great city of vision
to the reality of a larger plot.
So, when a cold wind slammed into his green life,
it forced him to stop looking the other way,
to face the instruction of a whip,
and cast his pat answers into the riverbed as dust.
He gave up his vision of beauty and order
For the void of chaos.
It was the first stage of his growing up.