In the mind of a Babe
Where spoken language does –
Not yet dwell –
Are images the rule?
The River – the sharp Knife –
Shaping memories,
Proffering ideas –
Until words… fail him?
Poetry is my aeroplane
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Poetry is my aeroplane 