What's going on!
The poems come from some place deep in the mind. And maybe our minds are all interconnected with each other, somehow, and with forces we don't understand. Who knows.
When someone asks me, "How are you?" as we tend to do at perfunctory times, it lifts me far from the deeps and that part of me best able to answer.
It's crucial that ants touch antennae, I guess, and humans are part ant.
The poems are often very bad. They get edited over time (as this post has been). I sometimes leave comments on a poem's journey.
Down, down, and away!
OWL
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