The Ask
We carry it in us
like a child in a womb.
We do not have to know this,
knowledge has no part in this journey.
It is not words coming through,
it is we that come through.
The craft is in how we shape the pot.
no one knows beforehand
how the pot gets filled.
Maybe the poet will understand,
see a little of this, however
it is not necessary at all,
not at all.
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