The Poetry of Existence
Music. Poetry with notes. But isn't poetry already
Beautiful. What is beauty?
Is it you?
Is it me?
Is it humanity?
Beauty is not in everything I see.
But when I read poetry
There is beauty
I guess I only know what poetry is to me
It is the hymns I would read through church
It is the rhyming games I played with my father
It is both the prayers of David and the cries of the oppressed
Sometimes it is Shakespeare
But those things are me too
I am not so vain as to believe I embody poetry
But maybe, just maybe, poetry embodies me
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