somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E.E. Cummings

There are places
I’ve never been
my eyes
are silent
I have gestured
but they are frail
they close me
in
I am unable
to touch
because
somethings are too near
too
far
and away
close to today
paradoxicality my reality

your look makes
me uneasy
you take me away
from myself
like petals falling
off the flower-shelf
rose-mystery
Spring opens up
to me her virginity

Its beautiful
the snow descending
nothing
perceiving
in the world
as intense
as the compulsion
of death
creating new breathe

I understand
so much
rain-pour
hand-sore
bird-soar
maybe my eyes
were open
after all?