Why Poetry Exists
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The poem made the landscape disappear,
The scenery of the world that caused each phrase.
All vanished. Poetry, that buccaneer,
Bushwhacked the universe away. The haze
Remaining where the ordinary reigned
Was sucked beneath the poem’s dais. There
Reality was banished. It was drained
Away as if a local star made bare
Its solar system, only for a brief,
Bright bang, that second when the reader feels
The force of black hole gravity, the grief
At loss of breathing. Poetry repeals.
..A poem is a flash in ghetto dusk.
….A poem is a goring bullfight tusk.