Best Orientate Poems

A woman, or a girl,
hooded and hiding,
may pensively gaze down 
at the sun, or a sinking stone.
Or a man, not a boy,
neither hooded nor hiding,
may, in her stead, gaze, ecstatic, upward
at the corner of the mystery.
A crawler on the oceans floor
may cling as an ocean...

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