My Conceptions
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Eric Cockrell
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my conceptions,
a small cardboard box
jammed with reality
till it bursts, and spills over...
open minded?
how could a grain of dust
blowing through infinity
be any other way?
how can a candle
pretend to be a star?
how can the sound
inside the shell call itself
a wave?
how can a blind man
paint the sunset?
my conceptions,
...just a nuisance!
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