being
working within the opposites
welded together, yet pliable
finding an appreciation
between the existing polar
and knowing the repellent
gives shine to the attraction
striding in uncertainty
is life’s breath and swoons
with the promise of death
being
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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