poetry is the refuge
for all of us, we poets
we nomadic
fleeing from the heat of life's
too much of logic,
inferences outdoings their processings,
There was not so much of logic
in so many and varied life spaces,
and that crisscrossing
yet more discerning and cunning
get away and finds an escape root,
we flee the long range of Social Darwinism
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