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My poetry is a revolution

My pen isn’t for decoration
My poetry, not a symbol of intellectual sophistication
My pen is a living organism
And my poetry is a revolution

For if it’s not
Then I must shred each paper
Where I spread that supreme
That presence In the inklings
To let the poetry breathe and live
To hug another heart
Or become a home to someone
It’s not me but HIM through me

I am only a vehicle
Of bringing meaning to this business of living
My poetry is not a track to reach somewhere
But it itself, every second of doing it itself is the destination
Where I and HE meet
If it wasn’t
Then what was the need for me to write?