Tangible idea,
intangible word:
poetry comes a
nd goes
between what is
and what is not.
It weaves
and unweaves reflections.
Poetry
scatters eyes on a page,
scatters words
on our eyes.
Eyes speak,
words look, l
ooks think.
To hear thoughts,
see what we say, t
ouch the body of an idea.
Eyes close, the words open.
Octavio Paz
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