Saturday, April 10, 2010

Poetry I.

How can I fill space with all that I know not

never experienced and never once known, how can

I expect to convince the prevailing ears that I've

time and time again been there and done that.

All lies.

Just lies, filled with imagery falsely presented in verse

so sure of itself, but never once understood

the power of what it narrates.


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