Compulsive Poet

Compulsive Poet

As a compulsive poet

I am a 13-lines man

Everything in excess

Must be trimmed down

And everything short

Must be supplemented

Not artificially or by force

By reason and research

Allowing words to dance

Around driving thoughts

Hopes and weaknesses

Trusting that eventually

They will find their place

 

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