My poem my life,
My life my earth,
My earth my art,
My art my dream.
My dream my music,
My music my mirror.
There I am in
My poem, my mirror,
In all order
In all disorder,
In all symmetry,
In all rhymes,
In all accidents,
In all mutations,
In all inscriptions,
In all birth and deaths.
In my blood see my poems,
See in every river,
In the wheels of galaxies,
In equations, in math,
In flowers in gardens,
In minutes in seconds.
Find me this side
That side with my poems
With your all likeness
And with all dislikeness.
I am east I am the west,
I am the south I am the north,
I am my own flute, listen to me
Here at night and in the days.
I am watching me with my poems.
I care no one else but my poems.
I am my light, my repetitions.
I am my hunger, my thirst,
My laughter my soul,
I am my god, my almighty,
I am my love my truth.
I glanced at me through my poem,
Through my dreams with all
Sincerity and truthfulness.
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Write poems, dear poets, with all truthfulness