Poetry is exercise of the mind
You have the thought,
The find
To see it clearly,
You must travel behind
The clearer the path becomes,
The more refined
There are many things that block your way
So many things that your mind has to say
So many places to go and create,
So many thoughts and ideas to communicate
Such a world with so much new,
So much to determine true
A monstrous intertwining coalition of creation
Access to such is limited to the conscious few
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