Dreams whisper through the breeze
The ocean sings with the sun
Trees dancing recklessly
A teasing no one carries out
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Sprung reflexions, abrupt rhythms. Imagine - indeed, know: 'This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, Is immortal diamond' (G.M. Hopkins) .
I wrote in one comment that FREEDOM was your central theme, that is, being free, acting out of freedom. Here is a poem written (I think I saw the year was 2008) when you were still dreaming about it, preparing yourself for it. What a precious document: you can see your future in that distant moment of the past. Well, eight years may NOT be that distant, but psychologically it marks a turning point: I see these three lines as being your commitment to LYRIC POETRY: TIME DOESN'T WAIT FOR ME/TIME DOESN'T CARE/SO I WILL LET MYSELF BE FREE. That moment is so important when you consciously choose the nature of your life. Not everyone does that: some do wait for time to push them, and as you realized, time is unreliable. So you pushed yourself into the World of Experience.