Poetry is

A song, elegant 

Dancing across thoughts 

Trailing along a string of words 

Poetry is art pure and simple 

Abstract upon many levels 


A unique perspective 

On thoughts that breathe and words that burn 

Because it is man's rebellion 

Against being what he is 

While asking a shadow to dance 

In distilled languages 

As it takes life by the throat 

Righteous... wow 

It's brain vomit 

As a gift 

Wrapped in a bow 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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