the poet privileges the poet self tho music
better speaks the spirit
& number measures off the arc
of flower in beholding eye
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the voices of impure critique:
shadows
& the shadow people there
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almost every child I have known has seemed
a genius.
every adult: broken, foolish, filled
with fear.
this process we term 'education.'
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grief is not an illness to be treated.
sorrow should not be medicated.
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question the voice inside your mouth.
your age speaks through you
in unoriginal words
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