I wish to have the eyes of a child
everything new and nothing quite comfortable
whatever you encounter in any given moment is it
the only true thing
time allowed to touch a woodchip
so light, so able to peel apart
so ready to become a sanctuary
or a boat
or a currency
constant and evolving delight from a single glance
giddy screams, a terror to be sought
the statement of facts--"that is a bird"
relentless reminders of one's own knowledge and worth
a king one morning, a peasant in the afternoon
an eight o'clock cat sipping milk on the kitchen floor
reality and imagination interchangeable and perfectly coexistent
what is loneliness to an inventor or explorer?
all things need gentle aid
tangibility exists in every plane
and nothing is enough
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