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About This Poem
When Poets Meet
comets race
words multiple
then multiple again
a blur really
like fine dust
light years ahead
some words uttered angelic
a few lost in flames
but all disappeared
alive somewhere
ending the conversation
like earth began
with power to reverse waterfalls
flooding
tongues that pant with hate
sowing oats
or confetti
however proper one
can propose...
beyond
event
horizon
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