"Visions" 1974: poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

In obsessive moments I can vision
All the world and all it's thoughts
Every rustle leaves can murmer
Every corner of the mind
I can stand on memory's tower
Shouting silent wordless hymns
Reaping muddied harvest fruits
And picking leaves off barren limbs

While in states where minds can wander
Notwithstanding mortal pains
I will find I seek no other
Perfect state to hail my gains
Yet in perfect worlds while wand'ring 
Realism breeds decay
When we ponder bout tomorrow
We forget the world today

As the realistic dons it's coat
Of rusted dreams
Shatters light delusions with it's
Realistic schemes
Finishing our candles when they
Burn but can't be seen
Tarnishing our futures, always 
Damaging the sheen.

I can hail my revolutionary 
Carriage of the mind
And in it travel everyplace
Where I dare find
The doorways where my thoughts 
Will travel, heeded only by 
The Wind.
Yet the realistic barriers
Will serve to let the carriages
Tarry on their way to perfect peace.