There have been between me and poetry a wall,

not a puny Israeli war that future Palestinians

will use as building material, I mean proper

Walls like the Chinese wall and now I’m nearing

a breakthrough.

Will a vista of beauty open up on the other side?

Of talking trees sweet-smelling flowers and

thorny bushes who pricks me sensually, apes

who I can converse with, or will a being tell me

what I have long suspected, you are not a poet

just a man who likes to write.

If I were a snake, I could leave myself behind

but it doesn`t work that way, wherever I go,

what my mind see, can`t be erased by a view

of a reborn person.

◄ a great man (Harry)

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