Poetry – this madness
This feeling-thought
that looks like thought
that holds my brain
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I went into the Internet
To see what I could find
And so much poetry I saw
Seemed written by the blind.
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I’m pregnant again
with you my poems
My thoughts and feelings
Have screwed my brain
...
Spring leaps in
And pirouettes with joy -
The buds poke out
Into the new-found warmth.
...
At first, there was complete emptiness -
nothing, zilch, not even zero, an undescribable nothing -
no light, no darkness.
But then there were these two noumenal essences
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