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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

The Myriads

I am stupefied by the sheer number
of superior beings.
The human cascade filling stadiums.
As if one were not enough
to fill creation.

Here are myriads,
eyes as incandescent as fires,
voices sweet as wind,
Meadows of ineluctable flowers,
the weight of love,
the edge of emptiness,
entrances to infinities.

And they keep coming,
each more beautiful than the other.
So many,
I hear their thoughts,
dimension above dimensions,
and join them humbly,
as brother, father, friend, lover,
and child.

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