To be human is to know the imagination of more
when all is nothing, this is like wind in a gape
and we indulge overtly
but once what was there
is know blown away
we try twice more in weight to fill
but we must learn to enjoy the cool air
post modern verse
When at all everything which knows many imaginative powers
human there is no as for, like this wind
when it is to open the mouth largely plain you age,
how you thought,
but you know one time,
but you blow and are thrown
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