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These are not just words (Free verse) by impert&ent
The moon is not a chalk mark
Against grey slate.
Brilliant tonight
As it hovers between wisps of cloud.
Words are not meant to persuade
But to convey.
The moon is not just a disc
Illuminating the night.
My companion
On the walk home through Black Patch Park.
These are not merely words
Strung together in pretty lines.
When you reduce me to my words,
Cutting away the meaning
To focus on the phrasing
The rest of me is pitched
Into darkness.
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