Because I’m on my second round of reading Ricoeur and I still cannot figure out the gist of his discourse. On the process of digesting his argument I found myself floating in confusion. Thus, ending up on my laptop looking for interesting things that might amuse me only to be disappointed. With pen and paper I caught myself scribbling words which fortunately or unfortunately take its form and come out as a poem.
Poem No. 4
by Max Hidalgo 2013
Behind this web of words and senseless thoughts,
A lady stand hidden from eyes that sought.
Outside this box of delineations,
Is a face that transcends definitions.
Because in this bubble is a me,
Which out of it is an I-
Both of which are not alike.