Who can appreciate
the wisdom of the silent man
whose words I etch
into the narrow quarters of my soul?
Clearly I can see the path laid out
described so vividly by his imagination
seeing the picture he drew
I gaze into the moon
What awesome depths await me?
I peer out onto the glassy plain
I wonder what the man painted
what did he see?
I can only try to comprehend his work
my mind tries to expand
only to become more confused
than it was when I started
release yourself from your tension
and bring yourself some sense
what is to become of this?
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