Feeble poet,

along the way, you have forgotten that
the earth is just as vast as the heavens.
These soils are steeped in story, bulging fat
with notions so strange and old not even
the wisest man could unearth them all. Much
unmined lore lies beneath your witless feet.
Yet you stand still, relying on your crutch
of pretty pictures, empty head replete
with silent color, tasteless sound, weightless
like soap bubbles in shadow. Do not fear
that which you do not understand. Digress
to hidden places both distant and near.
For lines that strike stronger, fly longer, soar;
journey beyond lands known and mapped before.