2011.02.06 19:00 - Poetry as Practice #2

The Guardian for this meeting was Calvino Rabeni. The comments are by Calvino Rabeni.
This is a PlayAsBeing theme session on the topic of Poetry as Practice (second in a series) sponsored by Hana Furlough and Calvino Rabeni.

Paradise Tennant: hiya cal :)
Paradise Tennant: how are you
Calvino Rabeni: Good evening, Paradise
Calvino Rabeni: How are you?
Calvino Rabeni: I'm well, but a little speedy -- looking forward to the 90 second pauses
Paradise Tennant: I have family coming in town tonight . .been cleaning all day and am listening for ring of the phone .. so I may have to make a hasty retreat or not depending the vagarities of air travel :)
Paradise Tennant: me too ..
Paradise Tennant: hiya bruce :)
Calvino Rabeni: Good to see you, Bruce :)
Bruce Mowbray: hiya, Para and Calvino.
Bruce Mowbray: Thank you.
Paradise Tennant: hiya luci :)
Bruce Mowbray: Hey, Luci.
Calvino Rabeni: Hi Cinda
Calvino Rabeni: Welcome to the second theme session on poetry!
Paradise Tennant: smiles
Calvino Rabeni: I took some time to go through the logs a while back ... a lot of talent and interest among our group
Bruce Mowbray: Yes, I appreciated your listing all of those sessions in the wiki that dealt with poetry, Cal.
Lucinda Lavender: appreciated it too...
Bruce Mowbray: http://wiki.playasbeing.org/Classes_and_Sessions/Theme_Sessions/Poetry_as_Practice
Bruce Mowbray: Hey, Samuo.
oO0Oo Resident: hello
oO0Oo Resident: hic
Calvino Rabeni: Hi, Sam
Lucinda Lavender: I Samuo
oO0Oo Resident: Lucinda:)
oO0Oo Resident: Cal :)
Calvino Rabeni: Our co-host is on the way ... :)
oO0Oo Resident: Bruce:)
Bruce Mowbray: :)
Calvino Rabeni: Hi Hana !
Bruce Mowbray: hiya, Hana.
Hana Furlough: Hi everyone!
Lucinda Lavender: hi Hana
Paradise Tennant: hiya hana O :)) gtsy
oO0Oo Resident: Para :) Hana :)
--BELL--

Calvino Rabeni: May I start with a brief one by Rilke? it conveys a quality I always like to feel here.
oO0Oo Resident: please Cal
Hana Furlough: by all means
Lucinda Lavender: nodding
Calvino Rabeni:

May What I Do Flow From Me
by Rilke

May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepeninig tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels into the open sea.

Hana Furlough: : )
oO0Oo Resident: that's so you Cal
Paradise Tennant: lovely :)
oO0Oo Resident: lol
Lucinda Lavender: lovely...
Calvino Rabeni: It's a little prayer-like
oO0Oo Resident: yes, very nice
Calvino Rabeni: Anything goes here though :)
Paradise Tennant: an afirmation of intent :)
Bruce Mowbray: flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back
Calvino Rabeni: Does anyone have something they'd like to share?
oO0Oo Resident: just relishing that one
Hana Furlough: yes
Bruce Mowbray: What does it mean. . . :
Bruce Mowbray: I will sing you. . .
Bruce Mowbray: ?
Hana Furlough:

A Necessary Autumn Inside Each
By Rumi

You and I have spoken all these words,
but as for the way we have to go,
words are no preparation.
There is no getting ready, other than grace.
My faults have stayed hidden.
One might call that a preparation!
I have one small drop of knowing in my soul.
Let it dissolve in your ocean.
There are so many threats to it.
Inside each of us, there's continual autumn.
Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
A crow sits in the blackened limbs and talks about what's gone.
Then your generosity returns: spring, moisture, intelligence,
the scent of hyacinth and rose and cypress.
Joseph is back!
And if you don't feel in yourself the freshness of Joseph, be Jacob!
Weep and then smile.
Don't pretend to know something you haven't experienced.
There's a necessary dying, and then Jesus is breathing again.
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground.
Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. 
You've been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.

oO0Oo Resident: it's such a touching sentiment really
Bruce Mowbray listens.
Hana Furlough:
Calvino Rabeni: Beautiful
Calvino Rabeni: "A crow sits in the blackened limbs and talks about what's gone. Then your generosity returns: "
Bruce Mowbray: "There is no getting ready, other than grace."
Hana Furlough: i know, right?!
Paradise Tennant: smiles ... a shiny truth :)
Bruce Mowbray: and a similar image of river running to sea. . . similar to the first one.
Hana Furlough: yeah that's what made me think of it
Hana Furlough: and the flowing
Hana Furlough: the necessary flowing
Bruce Mowbray: I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.
Calvino Rabeni: That has such a strong feeling to it .. visceral
Bruce Mowbray savors the image.
oO0Oo Resident: "there is no getting ready", and "very little grows on jagged"
Paradise Tennant: it has a tangible texture of clarity almost taste it ..
oO0Oo Resident: really nice one hana
Hana Furlough: thanks, it was just the reminder i needed today
Bruce Mowbray: ;-)
Calvino Rabeni: I think it powerful to reflect -"this is what resonated with me in that which we have experienced together"
oO0Oo Resident: yes
Hana Furlough: conversation from soliloquy
--BELL--

Lucinda Lavender: Luci is thinking about the image of this mornings dream...our pool here was first full of snow for skiiing, looked away then it was an ocean...looked away again and it was sand.
Paradise Tennant: wow
Bruce Mowbray: A love poem by e e cummings?
Calvino Rabeni: have one, Bruce?
Bruce Mowbray: I shall bring it forth stanza by stanza. . .
Bruce Mowbray:

somewhere I have never travelled
by e e cummings

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

oO0Oo Resident: I love this poem!
Paradise Tennant: taking my breath away .. have never read it before
Hana Furlough: --> nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Hana Furlough: wow!!!
oO0Oo Resident: !!!
Bruce Mowbray: I loved it as an undergrad -- fifty years ago (!)
Bruce Mowbray: "The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses."
oO0Oo Resident: used in film Hannah and her Sisters
Calvino Rabeni "uncloses" frees some tension he hadn't seen .. until just then
Bruce Mowbray: ahhhh!
Hana Furlough: yes
Hana Furlough: me too!
oO0Oo Resident: "your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,"
Hana Furlough: we've got a lot of inspiration from which to draw...
Hana Furlough: how about some group composition?
Bruce Mowbray feels the 'pressure' but willing to give it a go.
Hana Furlough: not to worry -- it's okay to just hang out and watch/listen/read too
Hana Furlough: no worries
Bruce Mowbray: ;-)
oO0Oo Resident smiles at Bruce
Bruce Mowbray: ty
Hana Furlough: does anyone want to start?
oO0Oo Resident: "May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back,"
Hana Furlough: yes!
Hana Furlough: that's the spirit!
Paradise Tennant: great first line :)) O
Calvino Rabeni: I'll repeat it as it grows, so it's easier to keep in the mind's eye
Bruce Mowbray: ok. that's good.
Calvino Rabeni: Shall we go around clockwise? Then you'd be next, Hana
Hana Furlough: sure
Hana Furlough: at high noon and right before us
Hana Furlough: a pool of lotuses
oO0Oo Resident: wonderment not the colour, nor the scent of gardenias
Calvino Rabeni: "May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back," at high noon and right before us a pool of lotuses
oO0Oo Resident: oops
Lucinda Lavender: growing forever toward the sun.

--BELL--

Composition
by PlayAsBeing

"May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,"

at high noon and right before us a pool of lotuses
growing forever toward the sun.

and patient, as tree rings, and waves

splash in sunbeams, darting diamonds on the pool ..
petals pink - warmed by gold

the one real drop within me now melts in a larger flow

Bruce Mowbray:  APPLAUSE!!
Calvino Rabeni smiles - a complete round
Hana Furlough: : )
oO0Oo Resident: tree rings ... so patient yes Bruce
oO0Oo Resident: nice image
Bruce Mowbray: I have a sonnet to share...
Bruce Mowbray: one that I wrote myself.
Bruce Mowbray: a long time ago.
Calvino Rabeni gets excited
Paradise Tennant: smiles and listens
Lucinda Lavender: wonderful
Bruce Mowbray: I shall break it up. . .
Hana Furlough: great!
Bruce Mowbray: -
oO0Oo Resident: :0
oO0Oo Resident: :)
Bruce Mowbray:

(untitled poem)
by Bruce Mowbray

There lies in every crude and common crag
An opening through which to find and flag
The cosmos down (in wordless wonder's wake).
A brief hiatus, hole, or postern break
That naughty nature notches everywhere
To catch our contemplations unaware.
And in serenely self-determined mode
Each one of us will find herself abode
Therein. A hermitage, an inward home,
Through which imagination's stallions roam
Unbridled. Nature made it so in every bind,
Specific speckle, particle, and mind.
A penetrating argument for Grace:
That puny perforations offer space!

Hana Furlough: fantastic!!!!
oO0Oo Resident: Awesome!
Bruce Mowbray: :) ty.
Calvino Rabeni: Wow - powerful
Calvino Rabeni: I'd like to read it aloud to a big group
Calvino Rabeni: (it seems so melodious and fun to speak)
Hana Furlough: indeed
Lucinda Lavender: great!
Bruce Mowbray: thank you.
Calvino Rabeni: That line is so vital
Calvino Rabeni: "Through which imagination's stallions roam
Unbridled"
oO0Oo Resident: not the jags... but the crags...
oO0Oo Resident: iterstice
oO0Oo Resident: interstice
oO0Oo Resident: space
oO0Oo Resident: discovery
Hana Furlough: smile
oO0Oo Resident: available to all
--BELL--

Paradise Tennant: likes specific speckle, particle and mind ...
Calvino Rabeni: It really is a poem that rewards revisiting -- hearing again and getting to know --
Hana Furlough: yes
Hana Furlough: it has many nooks and crannies
oO0Oo Resident: :)
oO0Oo Resident: worth looking into again and again
Bruce Mowbray: ;-) and common crags. I'd love to hear other's original poems, if anyone would care to share them.
Calvino Rabeni: Good poems seem to keep developing and unfolding
Hana Furlough: yes, manifesting
Paradise Tennant: they have layers
Hana Furlough: i hate to run out now, but i need to get back to work
Paradise Tennant: that intwine you .
Hana Furlough: thank you all for the wonderful poetic inspiration!
Hana Furlough: until next time!
oO0Oo Resident: enjoy life Hana
Paradise Tennant: take care hana .. thank you :) for the beautiful poetry :)
Bruce Mowbray: Thanks for being with us, Hana.
Lucinda Lavender: thanks Hana!
Calvino Rabeni: Now that she's gone ...
Calvino Rabeni: I'd like to share one I like
Calvino Rabeni:

Conceptualized
by Molly Vallor

This background buzz
that magenta explosion
trapped eternity

these seeming circles are just
bubbles to the surface

In the interests of "found poetry" I want to cite two Google search results I located when searching for the text of this poem:

water or the thin surface of a soap bubble. The varied colors observed when white light .... from black where the film is thinnest to magenta where it is thickest. ....  helps us conceptualize the path of .... around a center of mass, or unpredictable, such as the supernova explosion of a ...

explosion. We compute models covering a range in explosive masses and .... completion of the detonation phase an underwater explosion can be conceptualised as .... waves) back into the model which would impact on the bubble surface

oO0Oo Resident: phew
Lucinda Lavender: smiling
oO0Oo Resident: that's a whale of a smile cinda
Lucinda Lavender: just so...:)
oO0Oo Resident: dense, sudden insight, gesture, explodes/trapped....
Bruce Mowbray: " magenta explosion" of smiling.
oO0Oo Resident: then just... bubbles
Calvino Rabeni: Makes me think of cosmology
Calvino Rabeni: cosmic background radiation
Calvino Rabeni: left over from the first act of creation
Bruce Mowbray: super-novas.
Bruce Mowbray: "trapped eternity" - - -
Paradise Tennant: like the sun burning on the inside of your eyelids
Bruce Mowbray: compression - - - perhaps an oxymoron. . .
oO0Oo Resident: astronauts used to experience bright flashes in their vision, the result of cosmic rays passing through their eyeballs
Calvino Rabeni: Some can penetrate the atmosphere ... so I'm ready for it to happen to me ... any minute ... :)
Lucinda Lavender: interesting!
Calvino Rabeni: Or crash my SL viewer
Lucinda Lavender: feel both a grand level and a subtle bubble level
Bruce Mowbray remembers Blake's "eternity in an hour" and "the universive in a grain of sand."
Bruce Mowbray: universe*
Calvino Rabeni: Heheh .. A new kind of activist perhaps!  The "universive"
--BELL--

Bruce Mowbray:

Auguries of Innocence
by WIlliam Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

Paradise Tennant: always loved Blake :)
oO0Oo Resident: Glimpsing the sun, I've thought of one
Bruce Mowbray: And speaking of "hours" -- It's way past bedtime for me.
Bruce Mowbray: so, thank you all.
Bruce Mowbray: This has been a perfect ending to my day.
Paradise Tennant: good night Bruce Thank you :)
Lucinda Lavender: thank you Bruce!
Bruce Mowbray: Good night. And may all flow freely . . . .(!)
oO0Oo Resident: sleep/rest well, and flow on in freedom
Paradise Tennant: Here is one of my favourites  :)

Love is the cure
by Rumi

Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

Paradise Tennant: until your eyes constantly exhale love .. as effortlessly as your body yields its scent ..
Paradise Tennant: such powerful images he placed on paper
oO0Oo Resident wonders how many lifetimes left to go
oO0Oo Resident: I can confirm that pain giving birth to more pain thing by the way
Paradise Tennant: smiles at O but so much easier when we are human imagine trying to get there as a beetle ;)
Lucinda Lavender: he said it so succinctly...
oO0Oo Resident: and the effortless exhalation, so like the the flowing in Cal's first
Calvino Rabeni: What edge are we standing near .. without realizing it ...
Paradise Tennant: yes a commonality of grace
Calvino Rabeni: Also by Rumi - "Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof."
oO0Oo Resident:

Absolutely Clear

Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly. Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice So tender,
My need of God
Absolutely Clear.

oO0Oo Resident: .
Calvino Rabeni: This willingness to face suffering without blinking or turning aside from what is
Lucinda Lavender: reading it I feel quieter...
Paradise Tennant: went from laughter to .. surrender :)
oO0Oo Resident: T. S. Eliot, in Four Quartets, writes:

I said to my soul, be still,
and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing;
there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope
are all in the waiting.

oO0Oo Resident: .
oO0Oo Resident: and we're at the edge of the roof
oO0Oo Resident: hehe
Lucinda Lavender: I had a poem that I found something in...To Be a Slave to Intensity...Kabir It speaks of waiting for the guest.
oO0Oo Resident: we're
oO0Oo Resident listens
Lucinda Lavender: I am afriad I cannot move it into this place...
Lucinda Lavender: it just does not work for me...
oO0Oo Resident: work lucinda?
Lucinda Lavender: I will try to write it...
Paradise Tennant: listens :)
--BELL--

Calvino Rabeni: may I paste it for you, Cinda?
Lucinda Lavender: yes! I type slowly...
Lucinda Lavender: slowly
oO0Oo Resident enjoys being a tree ring
Calvino Rabeni:

To Be a Slave of Intensity
By Kabir

Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think. . . and think. . .while you are alive.
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time before death.

If you don't break your ropes while you're alive,
do you think
ghosts will do it after?

The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten---
that is all fantasy,
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you
will have the face of satisfied desire.

So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound!

Kabir says this: When the Guest is being searched for, it is
the intensity off the longing for the Guest that does all the
work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

Lucinda Lavender: that is it...
Lucinda Lavender: thank you so much...
Calvino Rabeni: YW :)
Calvino Rabeni: Thanks for bringing it
Paradise Tennant: smiles :)))))))
Paradise Tennant: Look at me and you will see a slave of that intensity ...love that ending
Calvino Rabeni: drunkenness and longing

Paradise Tennant: really powerful
Lucinda Lavender: well it feels to me like it is connected to the love that pours forth from the eyes...
Paradise Tennant: yes to be in the flow of love
Paradise Tennant: also by Rumi:

O Love O Love,
O pure deep Love, be here, be now,
Be all, worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with your brighter than cold stares.
Make me your servant, your breath, your core.

oO0Oo Resident: maybe it worked Lucinda
Calvino Rabeni: There's a tree in that also
Paradise Tennant: smiles
Calvino Rabeni: And a lot of body feeling present alive
Lucinda Lavender: yes maybe so...I just find that certain lines are moving to me....
--BELL--

Calvino Rabeni: What is the moving line?
Lucinda Lavender: intensity of the longing for the guest does all the work...maybe I have spent time this way...
Lucinda Lavender: certainly also moved by the Great Sound...
Calvino Rabeni: The eye of knowing (or hearing) looks both ways
Calvino Rabeni: The poet contemplates what it takes
Calvino Rabeni:

The Space Within Us
by Rilke

The space within us reaches out, translates each thing. For the essence of a tree to be real for you, cast inner space around it, out of the space that exists in you. Encircle it with restraint. It has no borders. Only in the realm of your renouncing can it, as tree, be known.

oO0Oo Resident: Reminded of Thirty Pieces of Sincere Advice by Longchenpa http://is.gd/9eVyNI (a long passage)
Paradise Tennant: there is such a common theme of intense connection to ... love .. to divinity
oO0Oo Resident: maybe for later
Calvino Rabeni scans for advice
Calvino Rabeni: In a nutshell
Calvino Rabeni: "take it from me .. don't listen to what I say"

"I've studied with many learned and masterful teachers and received their profound instruction. I've read some profound sutras and tantras and understood a little of them. But I don't practice what I know. It's too bad. I just fool myself. So, for me and those like me I offer these thirty pieces of sincere advice."

Lucinda Lavender: Thanks Samuo...Cal...
Lucinda Lavender: Paradise...
Paradise Tennant: smiles at lucinda :) thank you .. I loved your intensity poem
oO0Oo Resident: your poem was very meaningful Lucinda
oO0Oo Resident: appreaciated
oO0Oo Resident: like thunder on a dry afternnon
Paradise Tennant: shall we try one more quick poem go round or are the muses sleepy :)
Calvino Rabeni: they might wake from their dream
oO0Oo Resident: aphrodite gave me a champagne glass before
Calvino Rabeni: I met a poet who NEVER finshed a poem... he had thousands ... all with titles like "Poem Starter #755"
oO0Oo Resident: I appreciate the sobering up
Paradise Tennant: smiles
oO0Oo Resident: dakiniis have sharp teeth for a reason
Lucinda Lavender: :)
oO0Oo Resident: sets off their smiles so nicely
Calvino Rabeni: Have any starters bubbled up?
Lucinda Lavender: ll forgets what a dakini is...
Calvino Rabeni: I think its a drink made from fruits?
oO0Oo Resident: an unfinished poem
oO0Oo Resident: ?
--BELL--

Composition
by PlayAsBeing

We swim in a sea of love ..
Why am I so careful to stay near the surface?
because you love people so much
and are treading water.
Silver fishes, slivers of light ... school's in session!

Lucinda Lavender: last statement can be remove for a different direction if you wish...
oO0Oo Resident: energy o keeping afloat
oO0Oo Resident: "it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all of the work."
Paradise Tennant: says a voice .. another says plunge deep ... below the waves .... only one meaning matters .. love ..my hearts pounds in the surf
Paradise Tennant: sigh .. my muse .. is snoring :)
Paradise Tennant: i must be a bed >> errand relatives or not ..
Lucinda Lavender: :)
Lucinda Lavender: rest well:)
Paradise Tennant: thank you lucinda .. thank you cal .. thank you o :) very special
Calvino Rabeni: Silver fishes, slivers of light ... school's in session!
Paradise Tennant: smiles a big .. smiles great line ! nite nite all !
Calvino Rabeni: YW Paradise .:)
oO0Oo Resident: Para :) hope all's well with your relos
Paradise Tennant: yes no dought they will wake me a 3 am .. eat thai food and drink wine until their early morning flight and I will be a cabbage at work :)
Paradise Tennant: waves :))) nite nite
Calvino Rabeni: Bye :)
Calvino Rabeni: (Now that's livin')
Lucinda Lavender: ah...nite nite:)
Calvino Rabeni: Know any light verse?
Calvino Rabeni: It's interesting how humorous verse is traditionally in a four step meter
Calvino Rabeni:

As I went walking on the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh HOW I wish he'd go away!

Lucinda Lavender: :) good one
Calvino Rabeni: Do you read to children in verse?
Lucinda Lavender: well sometimes...yes
Lucinda Lavender: and some books are set that way
oO0Oo Resident: did you just write that Cal?
Calvino Rabeni: No, it's a childhood ditty I memorized
--BELL--

Calvino Rabeni: What was life before internet / wikipedia?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antigonish_(poem)
Lucinda Lavender: oh...great to see all of it
Lucinda Lavender: my brain is running low on power as was the computer which just shut down for a second...I better go for now. Thank you all...
Calvino Rabeni: I would like to reprise the theme of longing and love, with this Rilke quote:

I can only measure the world in terms of longing. All things are so ready to accommodate our many and often mistaken thoughts and wishes. With each thing I would like to rest for a night, after a day of "doing" with other things. I would like to sleep once with each thing, nestled in its warmth; to dream in the rhythm of its breathing, its dear, naked neghborliness against my limbs, and grow strong in the fragrance of its sleep. Then, early in the morning, before it awakens, before any good-byes, to move on, to move on...

Calvino Rabeni: .
Calvino Rabeni: and with that, good night Cinda
Calvino Rabeni: sleep well .. that's a bedtime poem :)
Lucinda Lavender: and a sweet one:)
oO0Oo Resident: reading, and ty Lucinda... keep sharp
oO0Oo Resident: my bonus
Lucinda Lavender: yes will try..
oO0Oo Resident: thanks, Cal
oO0Oo Resident: feel a touch wobbly
Calvino Rabeni: mmmm, a carpet is a good place to be, or a bed
oO0Oo Resident: and yet still the ocean and the treading :)
oO0Oo Resident: always
oO0Oo Resident: too serious
oO0Oo Resident: me
oO0Oo Resident: or a glutton for punishment
oO0Oo Resident: horses for courses
Calvino Rabeni: I shall throw myself into bed with abandon
oO0Oo Resident: your first poem
oO0Oo Resident: so you
oO0Oo Resident: g'night
oO0Oo Resident smiles
Calvino Rabeni: Sleep well, Bye :)