#303 returns
b'what is spectacular\\nis that we can\\u2019t see\\na thing we cannot\\ncomprehend the\\nsimplest forgotten\\nspeck\\neverything is born\\nfrom unimaginable\\ncomplexity and\\nstrangeness none\\nof which we should\\never understand it\\nwould only ruin it\\nall for magic and\\nritual nightmares and\\nmyths dance song\\nlore and dreams\\nof returns should be\\nall that is necessary\\neverything is better\\nunknown where we\\ndefine ourselves by\\nour ability to imagine\\nwonder or forget\\napathy separates\\nthe living from the\\ndead\\npoets be shamans\\nof dark and light lead\\nus into mystery and\\nawe sharpen the edges\\nof fears and bury\\nsunlight in our bellies\\npaint beetles in silver\\niridescence and keep\\nthe slowly twisting\\nvortex of dreams\\nspinning\\n\\nepw 2.17.08 perrysburg, oh'