how to be a poet
simply
open one’s mind to the strings of destiny
that are vibrating the words on the page
dance to that waveform
for
there is no soul
no mind of a poet
for
it is nothing but a ravine cut through stasis
the river rides the rapids over
the rocks of resistance
be that river and not the rock’s stasis
vibrate an infinity come home
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