a poem is not measured by how long or how short it is
stands by the merit of its sound, tone, color, smell,
how each sense participates
if you must, as others want it, they put the sixth sense
the message of morality
and sometimes they even put God
as a divine flavor
perhaps to dispel the evil ants, snakes, ghosts, vampires,
werewolves, the furies that haunt them
and attract those
who are holy, or those who want to be holy, or those who simply
pretend to be
holier than thou
but a poem no matter how short
like a mere
or how long, an epic of his heroes,
a fan for fantasies to cool
the humid and warm air
of the surroundings
if it comes from the heart
joyous or sad
blissful or lamentable
for me, that is enough, because at the end of this search
eventually it is
you that matters most of all, whether in your brief stay here
as brief as
a morning glory
or a mist, frost, or waft of air
or a heave
a gaze, or a mold in bread,
you have spoken a word
about yourself, and the world, and about how well you have loved
a single soul,
that will be enough, in fact, i am so sorry, i have spoken at length
when i could have simply said
or i could have stayed silent sleeping in my bed full of regrets
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