Why imagination precedes all thought,
horrible to conceive a candle smote,
yet, the wind blows in all directions,
imagine when you are cold, you are hot,
melting lava covers a mountainside,
and when you are hot, you are cold, devote
generous emotions to inspections
inside a crevasse within an iceberg,
nothing is more important than to glide
as if your life depended on vision,
to see without the eyes, the gift of sight,
in this world there is no worse decision,
of course, than to see only with the bright
notion that a flame burns in Luxembourg.
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