poetry began where man was
made most eager
to immortalize the
heroes of the imagination—
when, the scriptures
came to honor men,
then, poets' praises
were as good as gold.
yet soon enough there
is no one to laud;
and one does not ever
speak of himself
but of
transformation—translation-information;
heart to mind into the
air into blazing light
bodies to the brain,
spirit to the soul,
oceans to the winds,
earth to the sky,
planets as they align,
stars as they are born,
moons as they decay,
suns as they burn
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