I'm moving some of my poetry here because--it's just good to have mirroring,
The Art of Poetry
What are we after here
But the subliminal alteration
Of the universe
By way of whispered suggestions
To the grass?
What more do we trace
Than an immortal pair of feet
Running through the world
Leaving a trail
Of broken twigs?
And what better way to do it,
But by proving things
By not proving things,
As in a nightingale's argument?
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