ON POETRY

words, living entities and

muscled-up memes

writhing in mind, seeking expression

competing

 

string those sentient souls together

put precise principles into practise

 

words willobey me

I am their Master

I solidify words into

several sentences

 

Improvise a dart then

shoot straight to your head

into your nervous system

direct to brain, and I do it again

 

poetry, words as weapons

fighting, your mind against

my mind, armed and savage

relentless

 

sentences, that living smoke

well able to breach the minds

of many men, almost like pollen

so minuscule, gentle, so potent

in their calculations

 

words are sparks, I the fire

burning up the great tangle

of brush that is, in fact

the collective unconscious

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