The Substance of Being
The Substance of Being
Ponder carefully the worth of those poems enshrouding
life’s mysteries with mysteries of their own enclouding,
as language's beauty is embellished or concealed,
puzzling readers when reality remains unrevealed.
Shunning substance, how could such poets be proud
of painting frail gossamer words on a passing cloud?
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