subconscious emotions drip from my fingers
rushing quickly across the page
or waltzing slowly, perhaps.
thoughts too large
for the human mind to comprehend
in mere tones,
thoughts that must be
read. repeated. memorized.
dreams. fears. doubts that none
can accurately describe
but in the cryptic lettering
left to critics who never get it right.
the embodiment of beauty
which far exceeds
that which man can see
for poetry solely is what man can imagine
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