"I surrender / I surrender always because I live
in the house of poetry / because I ascend
the stairs of poetry
and also because
I come back down''(1)
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the stairs clarifying,
up or down, equal direction dangerous,
fraught with trips and spills everywhere and
poetry up offers new vistas, new chances that the
stairs down knows too well, so oft end in mitigated disaster

but
because you live in the house of poetry where
each level is different but always affixed to sets of
stairs that are unidirectional and you've trod them yes,
both directions and both sensations and will again because
the house of poetry has no front nor back door escape, once
you have entered
this house also called
the house of love poetry,
once begun. no exits exist,
you journey to the end of never done

A gain and again, the taste too over powering,
and write down what has taken you up
and will take your down perhaps,
but write, but love, you must,
when living in there.in  the
House of Poetry
it is fated,
the normative
is the extraordinary