Hallelujah
Poetry is just the ashes
You have to imagine the fire
Which only makes you wonder
How many things will burn
You didn’t come up with it
It’s always been here
You were the stupid part of it
You fell into it
The love of your life is here
Hidden in metaphor
You only meant to lend it to poetry
But expected to get it all back
6/9/25
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