To write a poem
Is my nature
And I am not here
To give it up.
I can restrain
My ears, my skin,
My eyes, my tongue
My nose from the senses
Of sound, touch, colour,
taste and smell.
I can restrain
My tongue, hands, feet
And anus from acting
Speaking, taking, going
And passing stools
But I cannot restrain myself
To write poems
And I know the cosmos
Is the poem and
I am therein always
In life and in death,
Even beyond life
And beyond death.
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