Laying down my book I turned to thought <br />And thought can be a poor companion, <br />A gullible electric ghost <br />Hiding in a thunderstorm, <br />Now shaken with nostalgia for a stranger's past, <br />Now believing comparison to be possible, <br />Now staggering in dark places lit only <br />By the fitful glare of fantasy, <br />Now trembling at the deeps of ignorance and death. <br /> <br />Wings of song with leaden boots <br />And yet……<br /><br />Stewart McKenzie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-diary-08-i-thought-so/
