Say What
Poetry is dead
Said who? Just a dear
I want to pump your head
With all the present tense
That it's not just a history
It's a healthy infinity
Its roots reaches depths unkown
Its tips will never be told
Its sacred secrets, its intimate lips
Its trumpets and horns, its commoness in all
As one, together in one
Joined, chained and freed in words
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