None Can Tell
No one can tell you what a poem is.
None Can Tell
No one can tell you
what a poem is.
Until you live it—
breathe it in—
bleed it out—
a mountain of explanations
will not enlighten you.
If I wrote for you
the chemical composition of ink,
what would that tell you
of the blood that stagnates
in the weary, barren heart?
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