The real hunt is to once unleashed
pick up as many hidden things as you can
put them inside you and call it beauty from within
Even if you found the least
All the children will have the most
Who wants fame when you could know everything about literature
and open and close your hands
reading them like books
Words melt together in a common mold
A new kindness emerges like moss
What ever happens grass will cover it
All the big ideas taste impossible
taste a little like destruction
Who wants fame when you could know everything about literature
who indeed? love.
I love this one! especially “A new kindness emerges like moss”
Echoing Becca and Kristen here, as the lines they pointed out has my brain buzzing!
Echoing the echoing … just brilliant:
pick up as many hidden things as you can
put them inside you and call it beauty from within
Who wants fame when you could know everything about literature
and open and close your hands
reading them like books
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Wow.