Let the Mystery Be

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I know what the poem is about. But who am I to tell you?

Meaning inevitably escapes me.  I praised to the skies a poem on another site, called The Red Kite.  I thought it was about the things you fly with a string when the winds are strong.  It was about a bird.  

But I don't really care.  It makes more sense now which in a way is a disappointment.  So I guess I do care.

I'm only happy when I've got a mystery in my hands, preferably a mystery made out of words.