Sober * The Broken Nut Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

I 'm, gently, cracking the shell
from educational lectures made up
the light of nature to reach its pith
closer your dreams to feel
the child you were, remember the Love
different the world to see
senses, to color rainbows
higher than all, as artist
from spirituals, rationals, politicians
from Love eternal absent
not cracked wooden completeness nuts

* Sober, call him who knows the mind and consciousness itself, the innermost and irrational forces, momentums and weaknesses and one who knows how to calculate them. ~ Hermann Hesse 'Narcissus and Chrysostom'