An idea is...
A roller-coaster at the top of a rise.
Clouds are...
Impossible beasts,
Waiting to escape.
Dawn is...
The cauldron from beyond the horizon.
The heart is...
A blown-glass curiosity.
Fear is...
A rancid taste in the mouth.
Fish live...
From moment to moment to moment to moment.
Bitterness is...
A mite nibbling,
Nibbing away.
Only truth...
Makes lies worth believing.
An idea is...
A break in the fog.
Clouds are...
The lace between the stars.
Dawn is...
The end of solitude.
The heart is...
Best left to the valiant.
Fear is...
A cleansing of the senses.
Fish live...
Twixt currents and predators.
Bitterness is...
The lemon rind of memory.
Only truth...
Can emancipate the ignorant.
[First lines from each stanza borrowed from "Some Beliefs of Mine" by Peter Bakowski (The Heart at 3 a.m., Hale & Iremonger, 1998).]
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