observing the depth, width, and length
i refuse to scuttle like a galloping horse;
hence i choose to carefully scan the world
like a tortoise surveying, slowly, the path
superficiality, i know, refuses to dive deep
to follow the path of the cormorant
prompting the world to survey like a crow
picking crumbs and not dive for pearls
withdrawing from the rat race of this world
as a half-naked hermit with the minimum
i enter into the court, the cave of my heart
occasionally coming out to piss a poem
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