Written: October 29, 2005

Where do the poets go
when the soul is dry
when thoughts are distractions
when intent is questioned?

What do poets do
when emotions are discounted
when trifel is expanded
when merit requires intrusion?

When do poets fail
to evade our discontent
to releave us our follies
to dismiss our neglect?

It is the poet who will go
to the soul when it has dried
to make thought be as distraction
even to question true intent

And should emotion be discounted,
even the trifel he will expand
should his words require merit
he gains intrusion when denied

So when do poets fail
to guarantee us pleasure
Only when his love of self
is above or below his measure.


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