He walked around,
Looking at everything in wonder
Through the eyes of his imagination.
For whatever he saw, he made a poem,
And with poetry he built his certainties
In cognizing the world.
Then he began to eat
And get addicted to the fruit of doubt,
And lost the pleasure of standing by,
God’s Pageantry.
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