Look at me,
What do you see?
The secret to invisibility?

A poet,
A writer,
An educator.

Perhaps that is me.
But beyond the pages,
Just looking through the ages,
I am different from those in cages.

Free.
Like a bird.
Free.
Like the wind.

Seek me not in the tiny spaces.
For  I am everywhere.
Invisible to man.

Who am I?
Asked the sages.
I am intelligence from the fables.
A light shining across the tables.

Here I am now,
In the palm of your hand.
Carpe diem,
It's either here or Neverland.

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