Do not judge the poet aspirant
who strives
to put a forest
into a nutshell...
to wed lonely words to each
other...
.. to make nouns of verbs
and verbs of nouns
.. with adjectival trains
going off on their own tracks
to break all rules....
to create eyes which hear
and ears which see.....
to have God's creative
power as in a dream
to reaarange space
and time.....
and not to be bound
by others' meter or
rhyme
to turn the world upside
down..
that it be seen from another
angle..
that our identification
with other beings
expand
that we might
love and understand
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