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There Is No Such Thing As A Poem (Free verse) by Aetius There is no such thing
as a poem:
There are truths bled out
through ink-stained hands;
there are Amish tables
polished clean through much erasure;
there are puddles of words,
vomited forth in ecstatic catharsis;
there are monsters,
unleashed by Frankensteins with pens;
there are wild apples,
sown by the mad;
and tame roses,
forced to fit syllabic trellises;
but there is no such thing
as a poem.
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