Found Poetry 634

5/23/21

my mind expands like a gas
scientists poke at it with sticks
even our doubts can't believe it
discovery is an odd business
all the direction signs are blank
we fill them in with disappearing ink
and eat off of them like plates

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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