A Poem by Clinton Van Inman
Of course the rooms are filled with shadows
While lazar lights and computers have proven
More cost effective than fires yet cardboard
Cut-outs and the curtains have remained the same
As well as those old lies that trees are real,
That the way out really goes somewhere,
That math leads more than circles,
And that the Wizard himself is behind the curtains
Keeping the whole domino world from collapsing.
Yet only a few of them mostly poets dare climb
The arduous way out as most prefer
To sit and talk about food or sports
And have learned to love the rope
And accept some back door reality.