What I Think Walt Whitman Told Me

As we grow more complex --

become much larger chunks

of pie -- beget new prominences

of fresh personality -- bloom up

so high through unsuspected

iridescence that we breathe the sky –

as we, in other words, get closer

to the moment we will die –

let’s not let go of anyone around us:

let’s rise together out and up –

remember no one’s not a genius.

Lean us toward your complicated

light, oh bright experience!

Remind us we are full of sight.

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