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, hearer, do not make t
things clear
that is not their nature
it is filled with
mess, and like a mountain
path, one may clear the grasses
but a month is
old enough to cover
the tracks
do not explain
there is none to explain
what we see we see
it is like that
the forest do not have
news,
when you go near
it is dark
far, it may have a shape
like history
the nature of nature
is always
unpredictable
there is no formula
for what is
no crystal ball
no zodiac no star is telling
where to
just live
breathe for the world is
a breather
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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