Perhaps there is a new light
Shining like the sun
As if like a waste wink
And there is love?
Every human is truly creative and that is a fact.
Last I checked I was human, and the music played on
The tube full of longing
For the halls of science
Through the spot to erase
There to crush and break
It all takes time
To relax
And to fly into paridise
Rolling dice
Spinning opportunities
Drunk on something
Drunk on something
Drunk on something
POETRY IS WILD NONSENSE
And with the help of the poet it reaches a form of intellectual intensity. The poet attacks the irrational then in his own writing, yet still loves poetry more than prose. In other words he dislikes poetry and prose equally.
I can't find Shakespeare around to get his opinion. We all know he did not change his ways too much in his plays. That might have felt a bit dull, and the early masters he loved were poets, especially Ovid. To verse or not to verse?
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