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With all your aloofness and pride

          You are my poem!

A poem...

          devoid of intellect.


                    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


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?

 is You!

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