The poet sees things you do not see. The poet feels things you do not feel. The poet reasons you.

The poet in his endless

speech let me always go

on my free way endless

walks in the sunshine to go

to places where there is endless

moments of contemplation to go

to like the garden and you endless

speech on that moment we go

too so that freedom may be endless

for that is where we also go

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