I
Supposing
the ultimate, unadorned
truth, in all its stripped
down splendour,
is after all,
a supposition?
II
Whatever we're acquainted
with, and may conceptualise,
constantly reforming in our minds;
inventing myths. Do we imagine
dragons as a result of seeing
Gila monsters seeking shade
from the scorching Sierra's Sun
at mid-day, as we share Ghost
stories beside the campfire?
rev.01/17/08
Great title that really sets the mood of this piece, and I'm probably going to have to confess, that lazy boy philosophy is closer to philosophy than I usually get.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gregory, You meant 'Н ylas' - the wood- boy? whom lover Gerakla was?