poem only comes
when the poem wants to come
can't look around and find it
call out for it
expect anything that much at all from it
except a passing moment of being
a poem
holding the lightening in a tight grip
throwing it down into electrified pages
then it is gone
and the poet sits back and awaits it's next visit
Any fool can think. The real trick is to unthink. TRUST NO ONE WHO HAS MORE ANSWERS THAN QUESTIONS...we are trapped in a forest of lies... and time has come to burn it down!!! Only takes one well placed torch...
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