The Crazy Man?
There was a crazy man
And all through his days
Patterns and surfaces seemed to breathe and ebb
As if they were waving at him, friendly in nature
Colors bloomed out of objects, the most magnificent colors
As if they were radiant flowers, nebulae all for him
Everybody he met shined with a golden light
For he saw beauty and wonder everywhere
Their voices like the harmonic singing of angels
And all through his days
He never cried
(2011)
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