Pop Up Poetry by Niels Frank in Rachel’s Blog
7 It’s really so simple —simple simple simple: the small world can’t see the wider one until you call to it and after that it can only see itself. After that everything is an “inner world.” After that everything “inner” is pure blindness pure ignorance a world suspended by sewing thread between heaven and earth but without the least bit of heaven without the least lumpy bit of earth. If I’m to interpret your call…