The Power of the Lines
Back in the time
when they were first coming alive,
didn't understand the power of the lines.
But when the rhyme takes hold,
stealing its way into your soul,
it's like an addiction,
ecstatic emotions
in anticipation
of the liberation
of poetic inspiration.
Metaphoric transformation
spinning out of control.
Nothing left to hold
onto.
Now,
what is there left to do?
Except rhyme these lines
to you.
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