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Panting Poet
Breathless
Mi
with palms damp
and the gnarled mane
as this poet in dark muse
strokes the coiled strans back
revealing tattered cheek and bone
top life’s weathered troddened mask
eye clouded through see to one but have i
lips crusted dried these with kiss to one and
lined cloaked mi wretched the not minds she
bather and disrober a becomes aficionada my
arrange find locks knotty my gentle the with
whisper the ears anxious these in abruptly
"awe all my mi my you missed so have i"
Mi
exhausted
*The second stanza is read; right to left
top to bottom so too, the daring; read as the usual...
the poet "en-depth" will find no..despair
I so hope that anyone reading this long poem
doesn't mind that I used the ( i ) twice here.
The capital (I) kind of deranged the picture.
I will try writing shorter ones.
I hope that I am right; this being "shape"
TY...I am new here
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