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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