“To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower”
Said the poet.
“ To hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.”
Said the poet.
He said some other things
About what life means
And some folks
Really liked it,
But he
Is a poet
And they
Cannot be trusted;
They
Romanticize life,
And make it seem
More beautiful than it actually is.
It’s a magic act,
And all great storytellers
Can do magic like that.
They make things more beautiful,
And people will pay
To live in their illusions for brief moments at a time.
The poet takes what’s boring,
And searches for the beauty in it;
And if they cannot find it,
Then they create it.
They are
Not to be trusted.
These stories
Are full of bias
And
Philosophy.
They will persuade you
One way or the other
Without you even
Knowing it.
Those sneaky fucks
Cannot be trusted.
. . .
. . .
But really,
I think I am probably just jealous
That I can’t write as beautifully as Blake did.
“To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower”
Said Blake.
“To hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.”
Said Blake . . .
-C.H. 7.23.23
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