Why Poets Dance
Why Poets Dance
spending divers days walking through
once dormant delusions of my mind,
nights dancing in hold with ol' luce
his familiar minions cheer from the
periphery,
sets this mind to wonder why or
if i'm the only one and how to find
answers of this kind; like boats at
sea, possibly some code rendered
ably
even regularly, might attract a like
minded entity who would then wish
to dish their din back, have contact,
share code at least, then two-step
with me
aboard the apparition ship where
pain, love, gain, loss and how
we manage to remember or forget,
evolve, stagnate or die -- each
abductee
can share, compare, meld, and
often be alchemized to gold because
prized poets told, were bold enough
to find a way to reach those who
will read.
Copyright © Kathryne Ankney Higheagle | Year Posted 2015
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