Lesson II

There is poetry in life
if you look hard enough for it -
coincidences, chances,
all planned.

It's carried on the air,
it goes from ear to ear,
the secret whispered
from me here
to you there

if you tune in
to the wavelength thing
transcending boxes, kettles, chains -
your pains are real

but suck at your days,
chew them,
make them speak to you.
No waste, no daze

is what I'd recommend -
it's short enough as it is.
Be your own friend.
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