Poetry is sent in by you, is everywhere,
is powerful, connected, published, sacred,
banned, increasing, plucking at the women
built like that. Poetry is driving me mad,
is redundant, often understood to be about
the objections of an academic pursuit,
complete nonsense, a useless political act,
a destructive force, the drug of choice.
But the sudden process found in passion
is for real people everywhere, is more than
words, is written from a shameful disease.
Thus poetry is your life, is driving everyone
crazy, is the wordless strength of real people,
is the place for you to build something.
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