Do I walk so blindly
as to think I have all sight?
You leave your victim scrambling
to determine the extent of right:
to state an absolutely right.
You think you're always right—
but you're not!
Started while residing on Lancaster Ave. in Syracuse, NY; 1990 or 1991, aged 22, 23, or 24.
See this poem written out in my phonetics system as part of an artwork by clicking the following link (except for some of the text corrections the piece as a physical/visual object was made by William Hand):
http://roco6x6.org/gallery/2018/952#
It seems that a 6×6 exhibit is deleted from the site after some amount of years. So look at the piece now before you forget!
Since entering the piece I have changed “clamoring” to “scrambling” which is more to what I’m trying to say. But both words have their merits for the poem.
Writings By Erick Heins 