WITH blinding insight, <br />we throw our coins into <br />a pond, is this a childish <br /> prank , or a jungle full of <br />sights and sounds, as a child <br />we betted our marbles, now, <br />we bet our lifves, on love, <br />or some thing close to it. <br />WITH blinding insight we <br />stripe down to naked, and <br />find our selfves as we really <br />appear, naked and laughing, <br />and hoked on love, or some <br />thing close to it.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blinding-insight/
