Devaneios

KNOWLEDGEABLE SIGHTS

Knowledgeable sights,

Where do they lead me?

 

To a path of discovery,

Or to the field of destruction?

 

Creating hubris from questions

Yet to be answered.

 

What is there that remains

In an upward extending spiral?

 

So much to be seen,

Smelt, tasted, touched, listened.

 

The quintessence goes beyond

Every and any sensorial measure.

 

Knowledgeable sights,

What do they see in me?

 

A loosing cannon

Whispered away,

 

Yet to be fulfilled

In the vanity of eternity.