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A poets heart is like the ocean 
As blue as infinity. 
From where the waves come rolling 
It’s a place no eye can see, 
 
 
Immersed in lawless birthrights 
In torrents of sensibility; 
Where solid grounds attention 
yields breathless ambiguity. 
 
 
For forty years the twisted current 
Kept my soul displaced; 
Smashing beyond to a notion where 
Half a lifetime was not a waste. 
 
 
Today, I gaze over burbling surf 
Jeweled in vaporizing green; 
Indebted in my haven to a 
mason, Paradise’s Queen.

A Poets Heart