you do not
make it
it simply pours
like rain
you do not invent
it comes
it shows and talks
and touches you
you simply retell
what was told and
what was shown
it is not yours
mr. poet messenger.
be awed, be a song,
sing, sing, dance
be amazed
be so silent
it is not yours
mr. medium
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