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the poet

where did poets go
 
(used to know, used to show  
 
you the way)
 
i crawled alone
 
when time was slow
 
to find foundation in the impossible sun
 
no construction ,no criticism
 
the pen was my vessel  
 
only to dig into the opening
 
channel
 
to be
 
 
 
what if this was the last
 
person
 
you could be ?
 
would you shine?

 forgetting
 
and losing ?
 
to return to “i feel”
 
“i am”
 
the pencil
 
such electricity
 
in blinding light
 
what happened to the poet
 
vanished , without fight
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