Getting back to
My Form
Getting away from
The Pervading Of
Them
You are One, I see though You, With all the Gifts, The search for Acclaime. The Rosettes, the Prizes, the Points Scored, The Blunderbus to Shower us with a Thousand Poems, instead I beg you try to place them line after line within an EPIC and leave them posted and unread, without a word of critic, because they could then be clearly understood by every one and passed off as 'High Brow' I bet your next Poem is even shorter. My kind regards, I am sure you have a sense of Humour. Philip
I double what Yoonoos said. I'd give you my interpretation but this could mean many things to many many people. Another winner!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it. This poem pervades form haha. it could have so many meanings it's kind of blowing my mind away.