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If all poetry is…
A tranquil trade of emotion
An exhuming of self from the corporeal
An ah of the soul witnessing itself in the ambiance,
A reluctance to climb down from bliss, then
At that age everybody is a poet.
For that matter, Poetry needs only few things…
The innocence within, the magnificence without, and
An amnesia for the present.
All expressions are but googolplex (th) shadow of incident experience.
Poetry flows through the veins …
To the rapturous face,
To the serene eyes, and
To the frozen limbs
Like an enigma
Experiencing the being qua being
And dissolving simultaneously.