In the blink of an eye

Moods change and die

Motions then attest well

To the pride and the swell



We all absorb reflections

And create our reactions

Some are quite contrived

(Those relating to our pride)



For we feel we must don airs

To promote our very shares

In our own preserved dignity

And so we feel we stay free



[ But some of those new vibes

Entrap us well inside ... ]



Best to stay open and thaw

Even tho' we have just cause

For our own perceptions

Are colored from inception



In order to see the real canvas

We need to peer under the mess

Below the painted image there

Which so changes our stares ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

 6:07am Mon. Sept. 7th, 1998