One that knows about the beauty of simplicity. Although giving up to the temptation of complexity, severing the link with the eventual reader. As time allows I'll post brief explanations of knots and obscure references that were not avoided. Not a fan of editing, outside real English native speakers reality. So pardon me for all artificiality. I am trying to make amends to my native language, an ongoing project. As English literature is concerned and especially American, British and Irish poetry... I love it.
Beyond any regret, written words may conflict with the spirit of times.
I don't aspire, rather transpire toxic thoughts, beauty feeds equilibrium.
Ethics and principles, hope and resilience. I see that bucket of Web Dubois.
Subtle take over that I never thought possible twenty years ago, on the turn
of 20th century, full of lessons turned into caricatures by a cold underlying, unrevealed power(s). And yet, "quality of life" has never been higher, even for "the dispossessed". Looking closely, hearing whispers returning, how would I like to live other people's lives, to ascertain facts and legends. Pace of life, mythologic infinity, eradicated impossible. Maybe. But if here remains even one "pico of doubt"...( maybe not).
For those who read strange portuguese...one exemple infra.

https://www.escritas.org/pt/n/mgenthbjpafa21

(credits: yukino_neko_girl_anime_star_wreath. Congrats for the art.)