I live in a room like a monk
in a cell cold isolation writing
shrunk into mind stew funk
images internal illuminating
soul rhythmic backbeat shrunk
poet of perception punch-drunk
poetic word writ visions entrancing
spring wing in flights enhancing
feel delight wonder enchantment
within tiny cubical compartment
inner eye blinds like radiant sun
words gold spun softly sung run
sit writ in shell self rapture cloister
mind crack seek pearl prize oyster
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