OPEM
(Can a poem open?)
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Is this a poem by any other name?
Or is what I call it
Irrelevant to the claim?
If I said it, or I did,
Would it all remain the same?
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If, in writing, I imagine
That my poem will reveal
The hidden gem
That it steals,
Would it confess
Why we transgress
The boundaries of the real?
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None of this do I feel.
All of it being said
With a certain kind of dread
That it does what it does.
Then why express
Felt feelings that feel as real?
No answer comes.
It is all part of the deal.
My lips are sealed.
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But still I speak
About thoughts you seek,
As if these could feel
What is already free
Within you and me,
Without us.
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And we do insist on writing us
A love letter, it seems.
Lovely note screams
With disproportionate measure,
As if by seeking pleasure
We could finally redeem
Our renamed name,
An open poem to write,
Or to feel and forget it might…
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