This is something I did in 1999. It's an attempt at defining what I am as a poet. Looking back, I think it's kinda cheezy...
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the reason for this life
is not the same for me
the melody of this strife
belongs to the raging sea
the memory of my being
thrives on one purpose
the harmony that is seething
hides behind what i suppose
this life, this being, all lies
i am your poetry, i am your prose
Being
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