To be a poet and
A good poet, you
Need not go after
A single word,
You have to run
Not after the time,
You have to do
That work which is
Unimportant to so many,
You have to sketch the sky
Within and say,
You, yourself is
Far from that,
You need not fear
The ocean, but you
Are to pocket it.
To be a poet and
A good poet, you
Need to cry and smile
With ecstasy and
You set the words free
On the field that is
Within your reach,
And the field is
There to search you,
You are nowhere
To be found, though.
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