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Jan 2023
Every day
I meet the soul of a poet.
Those who
Inspire in me
Million image—
As “the quintillions ripen;
The quintillions green”,
As Walt Whitman had once said.

In the past,
We ran through pastures of effervescent green,
And I
Saw in her
The life of a poet,
On the surface of her deep brown eyes.
And in him
There was always eternal wisdom,
For he was the one who first found
Peace of mind!
And, afterwards
I saw the world anew
And remembered:
“Be water, my friend”.
And recalled:
“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons, even death may die”,
As Lovecraft had once said.
Written by
Isaace
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