Do not believe your lying eyes,
but trust the words of poets who
see all things in the world as lies
whose nuances make them sound true.
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The unperceptive who believe
in magic will be thrilled,
but such beliefs will not relieve
the ones whose hearts are filled
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Trespasses, trangressions, transformation
into Elysium of what’s deemed illicit,
can be the tripos on which sublimation
may rest with all the pleasure you elicit
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Of the future I’m a fan,
yet, when hearing, “Yes We Can! ”
I wonder if such mantra may
confuse the issue of the day,
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Escaping into solitude,
avoiding hunters’ need to roam,
I long for the latitude
to find my longitude, my home,
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Some poems like a meteorite
may dazzle when they fall,
but in the dawn’s dull early light
can anyone recall
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Man cannot milk a star that shines
in galaxies in milky ways,
but can milk love, when he entwines,
unstar-crossed, trying to amaze,
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How God, in his perversity,
ties knots sometimes, unties when time
seems right to him, we learn from rhyme,
but in a university,
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Words can be broken just like eggs
when they have carelessly been dropped, and when they’re scrambled
they fall like dancers with weak legs.
Before words have been put to use they should be sampled
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