The Poet's Mystique,
Seeing those Images, Hidden from other's eyes. Or,
Is it a poet's destiny, to retire into their head?
Seeking relevance in thoughts that move the hand,
Drawn by compulsion to react to evolving life.
Their psyche's revealed by ink marks
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