Follow where your heart goes
But never leave your head behind
The flesh can hardly run
Without its brother bone
If it looks too good to be true
Then it really is
The mirage which mimics a pool in the distance
Is nothing if not a concrete acre beneath the wheels
Between Fact and Fiction
Is a house truer than both
In this wondrous house
Are rooms with countless windows
The year’s first raindrops hit the ground
The hen takes them for grains of corn
There is no end to hunger’s havoc
Even in the fold of our feathery fellows
The millipede challenges the train
To a race beyond the hills
We wonder who wins the medal
In this game of many legs
Follow where your heart leads
But never leave your head behind
Oh how we cry for a heart which thinks
And a head that knows how to feel!
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