The poems, the world, the visions we see
Are a entrance to realms that set us free
Languages deep, hypnotic, and pure
Here is a key just open the door
Seeking release and a moment in the sun
Appraisal with awestruck mostly for fun
What would we be without our think
A trick of a word that drive us to the brink
Then a flurry of passion or mystery or pain
Envelopes the page like a flood in the rain
The rage subsides once the vision is clear
The poem is our moment, our ritual, our fear…




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