Reprise

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Wind That Smelled of Stars

There is nothing of man that does not know a star,
as each part of being is teathered near and far
to all that is and more beyond contemplation.

Yet from our gifted knowledge of fear and doubt of God
comes a need to label, define and catagorize
all that we perceive or think we scarce understand.

Of the senses five or more we pretend to search
for relevance and relationships of everything
with fervant hope that it’ll settle in a box.

Such are the limits imposed by ardent teachers
on abilities to leap from belief to understanding
that will engender escape from human bondage.

Only the poet takes us outside and further on
to smell the stars, see the song and touch the sorrow
that we might hear our soul and dance with faerie wings.

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