I am the poet (ode to Walt Whitman)

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I am the voice of reality

I know the sky is not an ocean and water will not allow us to fly

It is understood that the wind knows our names through bird song.

The truth of what is seen confirms what I feel about mother nature.

I have walked through sand and plain, along coastline and then rested with the earth

And I fear not the reborn virtues of a man who once was scorned

And I understand that for each warm interaction another must melt like wax.