Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.
~ Plutarch
I cannot mistake poems
For my children, they are
Applications for the ability
to feel completely alive!
And I know it, to compensate
for days when I can barely
be fully productive, why
I cannot often celebrate
Looking at alphabets in a new way
Wrinkled poems lost to notebooks
mandarin glyphs studied fullheartedly
i cannot marry art, though it’s not
for lack of trying, hoping after
orgasmic quotes, divine lullabies
whine in me, divine mouth
of foaming ink that devotes
so many of my hours, so much
of my time on this planet.
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Wuji Seshat 
The innards of a poet!! Excellent!
Your poetry speaks volumes, Wuji.