Saturday, June 22, 2019

there's poems in the swamp
i know
i want to pull one up
i know there's no separation between
swamp and poem and want and need
the swamp needs poems 
the same way i want
poems seep down
poems seep up
i want the suction, the ooze, the grace
of swam poems 
that grow on their own 
lovely
poems don't need 
me to grasp 
them to pull 
them up to see
to leave them be
what are the poems wants
are my needs
i want want 
that's what the poems want
the swamp of believe 
in the swamp of the self
the self in otherness
the self the need 
what the poems need
the swamp's lovely
need swamps me

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