8/6/2019 13 Ways of Looking at Childhood 2

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"Looking at Childhood"by Topher Bank

A man and a woman

Are one;Their child

Is one.

As every minute passes

Minute indications expose

Desperate attempts to reach out A small part of this puzzling pantomime.

Among the downy dolls,

The only motion seen is

From the limbs of a baby.Such acts of splendor

Are unacknowledged pieces

Of an intricate project.

Cherished moments are preserved

In a memorial of pictures,Creating time-lapsed youth.

But these precious moments

Are pondered as marvels untilMuddled by the growing masses,

And what was once considered innocent

Will be the seed for blossoming ignorance

If lessons to be learned have not been.

And though nature has formed an oasis,

This pristine body cannot stay so forever -Only those most remote from the civilized

May avoid pollutants, corruption.

And, thus, we say,The bark will soon be stripped

From this dear wild oak tree;

Its core chipped away,

And conformed by machine.But not yet empty of an unbiased drive,

A child, with traces of insight,

Learns that reason is its fuel.

The future is over the horizon.

A dark ball of fire or an eternal light?The fork is drawing near.

Heaven; Hell - Which one draws nearer?

Time will only tell this never-ending dreamWhat is willed to come true.

Content and its context

Coalesce to form

One reality.