Cognitive Poetry
My mind is filled with ravish notions.
Without sensory, poetry is bereft of intimations.
In no way is rhapsody suitable with my place.
Everyone's nations are their whole universe.
I'll utilize my free voice, even if it's irritating.
In my nation, how many witless is howling?
Nothing will smother my voice.
I can't be scared by wickedness.
Written: July 30, 2021
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