I don’t actually think that any poetry has any meaning,
in and of itself.
As in leaving the possession of the Poet’s mind,
Poetry becomes an independEnt entity.
Poetry is not capable of possessing anything in reality.
Poetry is simply capable of being well-beheld
in the eyes of its intrigued viewer.
This characteristic accredits Poetry, in turn,
the ability to be wondrous in every sense of the word.