The fool – a pre-rafaelite poem of sorts

Let me walk blindly
let me walk as I please
ignoring dangers and possibilities
let me walk like a poet
following words like butterflies
and never catching any
in my broken net
(because words are only caught by fools
who do not know they are fools)
Let me walk
pursued by dogs
and loving women
let me walk until I die
and let me walk
after my death
wherever I fancy
as what I wish
is to keep on wishing

EL SEBBO

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