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we know !

She told us !

In words that flowed forth
Like soft whispers from a soul

Intent on revealing her deepest vision

Of the world !

(Or so we are told )

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BUT

it is not Words flowing forth

It is LIFE flowing forth !

( it is BLOOD )

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it is a poem of DEATH

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and

No matter how skillfully it is written

It is still a poem of DEATH

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there is nothing wondrous about it

& to glorify the poem glorifies the act

//

if KEATS was right , that

BEAUTY IS TRUTH
AND TRUTH IS BEAUTY

then

STUPID IS UGLY
AND UGLY IS STUPID

( and remember

We are talking about the act--

The poem reduced to its proper

Irrelevance , here )

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and that's what we are talking about

STUPID
UGLY

DEATH

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( you can hide behind the facade for only so long )

Someday we shall all look back

In utter despicable shame

( but at least I tried )