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Poetry Will Not Give Up Easily
All you need to do is listen for it
The under hum will not insert itself into your world
Unless you invite it to enter same as vampires require our
Surrender to étiquette, to entertaining angels unaware
They are angels, fallen or otherwise magnificent grandeur.
Poetry murmurs beneath the rumbled roar of everyday ordinary,
Muck and mire of work, governance large and small, blather
And nonsense of newfound ways to be very busy and important
While blowing past what is truly essential to inhabit our lives.
Sweet innocence insinuates itself into our dreams, repeating patiently
Over and over again what will wipe the scrim from our eyes
To reveal exquisite, elegant simplicity of words speaking a language
We know in our hearts with our deepest intelligence.
Dangerous, rousing rambles interrupt the ill-tempered, habitual retort
When life’s machines give up their ghost, surrender to the inevitable,
Leaving us to figure out what happens next and how to improvise
A well-wrought happy ending to chaotic terrible and cataclysmic woe.
