What are the great questions? And if I were asked them one by one, what would be my answer? Life, death, God, love, philosophy, religion, good, evil, war — would it merely be a recycled version of what others have said, a hearsay ego-bath arrived at second-hand, or would I offer something entirely new and of the moment, a revelation of an exploration without expectation, ever free in flight with no need for personal reward or recognition to bring it down?
The cat ate a bird
but left behind these feathers,
raised by the cool wind.
Poems, Slightly Used, May 15, 2008
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