A Civil Nakedness of Poetry

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Poetry is the x of music
The hum under the Sea
Too exactly the wind
A dirty silence of the stars
Poetry is not what we say
To ourselves but to the nature
Of syllables behind speech
From the floor of philosophy
Where feeling is her own author
Poetry is not for particulars
But for universals, an elegy
To the creation of sound that
Had a human voice or felt
Vulnerable and ready to dream
For the imitations of better realities.

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