it’s not

it’s not poetry if it doesn’t resolve,
it’s not poetry if there’s no way out
it’s not poetry if you try to tear a whole in the skies and only burn your eyes in the process;

or the winds, and the earth, and the mountains, and the seas all

would tear you to pieces, swallow and crush
and drown you
for everything you have and haven’t done
and no one ever hears of poets.

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