Only As A Poet Only as a Poet Can I see you Or anything Or speak Or even breath Only then can the world exist for me For me to exist in And be As nothing grants #life like poetry Through the #poem itself We are Things are And are defined Noticed Loved Abandoned And left behind Or caught up In a butterfly net And pinned down To remind Memories Fabricated and bottled Like the pills we pop To feel How we want to feel At will A book of #poems Like a tapestry of time This bottle poured out Creation itself ...divine
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