Myriad of Doors

Poetry is more than mere pageantry Poetry is all-encompassing Words are visions we're compelled to weave Poetry is cognition most definitely We can scramble an anvil, into a crystal ball Add a dram of mystical, mix with luminol Slide down a rainbow on half a banana peel may find a pot of gold, or laugh until we squeal Join the wee leprechauns dancing a real Poetry, sweeps us away through a myriad of doors. To sail the serpent's sea, land on a rouge shore. Seeking Truth tea, and Unicorn horn. Poetry lives in a vast galaxy Poetry is Limitless Reality.