23 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 047 There is nothing to prevent a man

There is nothing to prevent a man, who cannot grasp a proof from accepting as a matter of faith,
the immovable point is that “I think” and as long as “I think”, I exist
yet this existence lies exposed, floating on a body of water that appears to have no edges
like a leaf that has fallen into the river, I wander lost in the turbulence of my own thoughts
because the way in which “I think”, isolates me, for I am unable to recognize true reality
except for the reality that I am confined to a road, a road that extends beyond my time and before my past
for I know not where it extends or begins
and the questions remain.