My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.
And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.
And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.
I embraced a cloud but when I soared it rained.
I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.
There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning.