Optical Allusionist

Hey, so I found these poems on the internet, and I wanted a second opinion. I think I like them, but I wanted to know what y'all thought. Thank you! PLEASE critique! Oh, and neither had titles. Sorry. Couldn't find them.




To walk in beauty,
to behold a raging sky-storm
To play upon a sailing plateau aboard a rusting land.

What is childhood?
To feel the wind, and let it take your soul.
To read the Ceiba tops.
And die atop the world.
What is the soul? And what is humanity?

To consume
every drop
of nature.

All around.

To see the Earth
fill your dreams-
and live always
and never deaden.

What is truth? What is true existence?

To run wild
Never ceasing
And always
Always
What is living?

Pray for life, for the Earth's death.
For breath.
Pray for air and sweeping dreams.
As long as you keep scheming,
you'll never slumber-sleep.







(the second poem...)


Cotton tufts of Heaven Downy
'Stuff my eyes with wonder'
Enthralling
More real than the reality we imagined-
How do we comprehend what we cannot create or predict?

Secret places, so it seems
Seen by only me
Reverence
Homage to my Mother Earth
Contained in this bursting vessel

All these wondrous things
Where do I put these little bits of delight?
Where do all the colors, dirt, smells, flow, rifts, spirits, trees, winds-
Go?

To respect their holiness
I search for a place to hold their wonder
As a light, as a strength
As a creation myself.


But what wonders can be held, and where?
Heart, mind, soul?
Blow, oh wind
Speak, oh trees
Grow in me.


And give me a place to keep you.