Poetry is for time takers.
The stoics - who sit and look at their glass, for some time, after swallowing, getting swallowed.
The one and onlys - who know every line and dent in their cieling and read them like hyroglyphs.
The listeners - who hear every instrument and, even more so, every pause within a song.
The thinkers - who won't take an answer for an answer, but only for another question.
Poetry isn't simple and poets far from.
But who's a poet?
We don't decide.
A decision, has hidden, an opinion.
Which is the saliva of personal ego in the morning.
See, we only know.
We know where poetry comes from and it's from the inexplicable.
Felt, and only so.
Get lost in the vastness of what we are and what we're in.
Then watch closely to what follows.
Stop and feel the rise of your lip's corners.
And then you'll know what we know.
poetry is nothing but us coming to a closer understanding of life and that's why it feels so good to share and grow closer.