be that as it may, let’s just continue;
this landscape of language bids you to stay.
undressed before you is your point of view,
your picture worth a thousand words and ways—
there’s the shutter of a thought: reflection—!
say you’ll see me through and meet me outside,
where the air with care both shapes your vision
and leaves you this feeling born deep inside.
or it’s even simpler: feel the weather;
whether you do or don’t, there’s still shelter,
embedding you so deep from the good start;
a tree deep-planted is good poet’s art:
arguments like leaves fall through the long cold
when without you he stands not having sold.