In Defence of Poets
A poet is, if
you permit,
an inflated
version of
intransiences
who utters
fewest, earthly,
words
believing
to have offered
the sacred world
to random
passers-by
on a busy
street,
while refuting
any oversight
or futility
or anything
otherwise,
and this might
include you
and I.
you permit,
an inflated
version of
intransiences
who utters
fewest, earthly,
words
believing
to have offered
the sacred world
to random
passers-by
on a busy
street,
while refuting
any oversight
or futility
or anything
otherwise,
and this might
include you
and I.
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