Poets
put infinite experience
inside a tiny box
as trees put endless forests
inside 1 nutshell.
They weave hay into
rubies,
imprison waves of love
in words.
They marry disparate objects,
mint new words, create nouns
from verbs and vice versa,
link cars into long adjectival trains.
Poets expand our universe...
arc their compassion into our hearts.
Breaking all rules is a
poetic license commission.
To Love all creation is
poetic license permission.
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