But you see
That’s the thing with poetry.
It comes in
Uninvited
Unavoidable
Burdened
Heavy
Deep
Big
Clumped
Drops of words.
They seep through
Till every fiber of your being feels eased.
But it’s not just you
It me
We all
The rest of us
Even for them.
You feel me in ways I can’t
I fill you in ways you can
I call you
I draw you out
You come in
You sink
Deep down.
Won’t you drink of my fountain
I can’t taste my tongue
Let’s spin webs out of plain things
I know you can play along
Won’t you help share my secret
Tell what I have known all along
Everything you can do is a super power.
You see how this sounds like a song
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