This blog contains poetry written by Stephen Stacey. Feel free to explore and read all the poetry you want. I encourage you to leave comments concerning your reaction to any given poem.

This site and all my poetry is dedicated to my lovely wife Emily.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

The Last of Effects


So often one can assume
that the world is not
In the palm of his hand.
To become as we must,
that we cannot see
the End of the path,
and to see is to
become
and in Becoming, the
last of effects
reaches out to empty paws,
and the vacant wanderings
of a mindless crowd.

This is the path
doomed to become
that which is the pastime of
those who cannot become
that which they desire.
Overcoming the last of effects
is the goal of those who are destined to fail.
Forgotten roads lead to
a destination even longer removed,
and life causes
the last of effects.

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