Sixty-two words on crisp white paper:

Tales of dream-worlds, frog-cats, diamond rivers

Ink arranged in loops and strokes:

Musings of a salmon mind

What hides in prose, in candid paragraphs?

What lurks between literal lines?

What, but the ineffable of human thought

The stuff complete in incomplete phrases:

Passion

Fear

Lament

Love.

Poetry printed on crisp white paper:

Revealer of wildest imagination