An ecstasy for me
Is when words sound out
Themselves, and express a thing,
Round out a truth.
That I love that my brain works that way
Makes me a poet.
Anther ecstasy, immediate,
Is when there are no words that can say
What sun and wind do on water
And to me.
That I love that my brain doesn't work when the lake sparkles
Makes me alive.
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