The Dark Forest: Literature, Philosophy, and Digital Arts

So you think that you’re a poet; rather, a poet manqué.
So be it. But to put a word upon the page is not poetry.
What is it then? To sing, to move the world,
to touch a heart, and curse the liar for his lies;
to follow the birds scrawls in the skies,
the chirping in their voices for the clues and mysteries,
the subtle answers to the ruins of time’s sacred woods;
to measure history in tea-leaves, rather than in news,
else biting satire woo the charnel house to ashes;
or to press the future in a daze beneath one’s lover’s eyes:
to match her words to meter, whether it rhyme or not,
to catch the breath of life in a cup of mind or heart;
bring the simple pleasures of love and caresses
to the lonely citizen among her books at night,
so she can remember…
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