Burning Wheel

<SPAN name="TWO_REALITIES"></SPAN>TWO REALITIES.<br/> <br/> <br/> A waggon passed with scarlet wheels<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a yellow body, shining new.</span><br/> "Splendid!" said I. "How fine it feels<br/> To be alive, when beauty peels<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">The grimy husk from life." And you</span><br/> <br/> Said, "Splendid!" and I thought you'd seen<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">That waggon blazing down the street;</span><br/> But I looked and saw that your gaze had been<br/> On a child that was kicking an obscene<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brown ordure with his feet.</span><br/> <br/> Our souls are elephants, thought I,<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">Remote behind a prisoning grill,</span><br/> With trunks thrust out to peer and pry<br/> And pounce upon reality;<br/> <span style="margin-left: 1em;">And each at his own sweet will</span><br/> <br/> Seizes the bun that he likes best<br/> And passes over all the rest.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />