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Whitman grasped it all
Whitman grasped it all where the limns aura crafting expose themselves summer thunderstorms, Zeus alive winter's nor'easter, Poseidon's wrath unfolding a Robin fallen upon life's path draws a touch to the heart, deepens sorrow Spring denied a song, Emily restores a nest war-torn valleys of scattered dreams where the fruits of wombs never bloom while in others the children gather in circles fall to the ground safe and joyous the nightingale's complex dawn call walks in nocturnal songs to a grateful day beckoning calls from forest paths where the found are lost in discovering terminus ad quem, terminus ad quo the metrodome in fields of grain dancing in the winds right to remain unsolved if no sparrow falls, neither is the dove denied nor the wandering herbivores or the salubrious claws of their predators it is in the moon's illusion to life's delusion lives lost in destination to horizons deceiving where Alphie is hiding all the answers at which place questions falter it is in this admixture of mixture the muse's breath fills the quills the poet walks in the invisible visible Whitman's aura crafting a garden safely walled, inside a tree whose fruit bears inspiration resembling now that i think of it my mother's reading habit in bed hand searching a bowl for another fruit the other never abandoning the book neither out of command of her gaze which always reminded me those blind ne'er leave an unturned page at no time judge its cover seeing where sight is intrinsic the elysium within a limn Creation's width and breadth the poet's quill manumitted Oregon 10/5/26 "Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems" Walt Whitman "Reading is to the mind as exercise is to the body" Joseph Addison In every part of this eastern world, from Pekin to Damascus, the popular teachers of moral wisdom have immemorially been poets. William Jones "Beware; for I am fearless and therefore powerful" Mary Shelly
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