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The converging realms and-finally, I can settle

The converging realms 

and-finally, I can settle myself on the desk 
to pour and part away from my poems
or realise and remind the reality 
to let them converge on their own, 
without any interference 
from my side. I see figures and hear 
their voices, always perplexed
whether they belong to the pure possibility 
of poetry or to the regerous realm of reality. 

// Caption // The converging realms 

and-finally, I can settle myself on the desk 
to pour and part away from my poems
or realise and remind the reality 
to let them converge on their own, 
without any interference 
from my side. I see figures and hear
The converging realms 

and-finally, I can settle myself on the desk 
to pour and part away from my poems
or realise and remind the reality 
to let them converge on their own, 
without any interference 
from my side. I see figures and hear 
their voices, always perplexed
whether they belong to the pure possibility 
of poetry or to the regerous realm of reality. 

// Caption // The converging realms 

and-finally, I can settle myself on the desk 
to pour and part away from my poems
or realise and remind the reality 
to let them converge on their own, 
without any interference 
from my side. I see figures and hear