I wish his sentences were mine.
I can only understand a few.
But they all make me see anew.
I wish my own work was so fine
Wittgenstein is a great artist true.
He created his meanings for you.
Language was his perception.
Or should that say conception?
I’ll leave that decision for review!
He appeals to more artistic minds.
In his work some great hints unwind.
I climbed the ladder up the fence.
What a strange happenstance.
I always knew blackbirds were kind
Now the ladder has gone, disappeared.
But noone’s up here,how weird”
So from the fence to the roof.
I discovered a new sort of truth.
Climbing is not something to be feared.
If you alter the place where you stand,
You get an alternative view of your land.
New perspectives give us pause.
Don’t be hasty with laws,
Reality will surely make demands.