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the chore

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the chore

I have travelled to the core of my soul
and have seen the uttermost parts of my belly
Yes! I have faced my fears
I have ponderd understanding
and interrogated madness
wisdom has felt my scrutiny
wit made an ally of me
secret places became my abode
In the silence my mind played
frolicking with the intangible
And this became my chore in life
Just something to do in the scheme of things

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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