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