I FEEL A POEM
COMING...
IT’S MORE THAN A RHYME.
THE NATURE OF THE
THEME IS DIVINELY SUBLIME.
I’M CRADLED IN A REALM
THAT I CAN’T DEFINE.
I FEEL THE ART BUT
I’M NOT THE ONE DRAWING THE LINE.
I FEEL A RHYTHM WITH
AN ERRATIC BEAT.
THE JAZZ IS
IMPROMPTU.
A DANCE WITH NO
FEET
IT’S CHOREOGRAPHED FROM ABOVE.
IT’S A PLAY WITH NO
SCRIPT.
IT’S NAME IS LOVE.
ALL OF US ARE ACTORS
IN THIS DIVINE DRAMA.
UNWRITTEN VERSE’S
ARE REVEALED.....
WITHOUT THE AGENCY OF
LIPS OR EARS
I’M BECOMING ONE
WITH MY CHARACTER AS DEEPLY AS I CAN.
REMEMBERING THAT
UNDER THE GUISE OF FLESH...
LIES THE REAL MAN.
I AM
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