The Poet

I write to bring existence

to whatever it is I am

and I must do it every day,

because a poet is a flower

seeded in ethereal planes

who opens at the early dawn

to close forever in the dusk

and when she finally awakens

she must from nothing grow

into a new space, a new time

strange new flower opening

to close herself for the night,

gone till she becomes again.

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