Can
.
y
o
u
.
perceive . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Can
.
y
o
u
.
even
perceive . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
h
e
–
–
–
pain
upon
.
t
h
e
.
page,
.
.
a
s
.
.
you
begin
.
t
o
.
read . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ as
.
y
o
u
.
begin
.
t
o
.
read . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
about
.
w
h
a
t
.
happened
.
t
o
.
me . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
all
of
.
t
h
e
.
dying
hopes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
dared
.
t
o
.
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ all
of
.
t
h
e
.
dying
hopes,
.
.
I
dared
.
t
o
.
dream.
Reflection: This was a simple, reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2002 when pondering how much of what I write actually gets translated into feelings, meanings, and inspirations which are closely aligned with the original experience, observation, or intent.