Saturday, February 23, 2013

On the Deepening Inhalation of Evening Valentine

When did the voice of a god
become the voice of a pedestrian
hollering in the street while
retaining its divine right
to human relevance and rigor
what a long and largely forgotten
series of barely ransomed events
ensue when you’re just standing
or walking around some cities
but if what you make of poetry
is a career like science and religion
you destroy the very essence of its
original impulse to bring to this world
from some better if not clearer place
what only a heart can say

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