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Monday, December 6, 2010

Poem 54: Mr. Palomar

This morning, Mr. Palomar reminded me 
to see the world through the eyes of humility,
delving deep from my mind's security 
and moving towards the realm of possibility.
Predicting, relating and justifying, now pushed aside, 
open a magnifying window of the observing kind
and show, with detail, an ethnographic find
 (once eyes have loosed their defensive bind, 
which adjusts the chronic fever of surety 
to fresh perspective and resounding humility).
Thus begins the enlightenment of mind. 


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