What would be the poem
Of matter,
If not consciousness?
But, it is something more than a brain
That witnesses
Ice-storms
Where Japanese maples
Turn into glass figurines,
Or that remembers
The heaven of childhood,
And its trees
Once climbed,
The fragrance of intimacy
Forever stained upon the heart
Or the beautiful captive
Like a butterfly pinned in a velvet box
Never awakening to the infinite sky within
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