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You!
With all your aloofness and pride
You are my poem!
A poem...
devoid of intellect.
Feeling!
Pure feeling
from the depth of being.
A poem that can never
be contained in words.
You asked of me free verse:
You wanted...
A poem emerging from my heart
without deliberation,
A fervor rising from my breast
unembellished,
For all to see its nakedness
Devoid of everything that I am and have ever been,
free of everything I know and have ever known,
beyond the old and the new world.
So what is my free verse?
Listen.........it is You!
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