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I saw a whole new world in poetry.
Moving (not).
Stretching.
Motionlessly sitting.
Baffling.
Getting thicker… and thicker.
Getting slower.
Telling us we can’t afford possible tomorrows.
Absorb your life.
Embrace the moments.
I saw the world there. In poetry.
With dancing gods who dance in ecstasy
Who begin to piece us back into existence.
It is a pure curio!
It wasn’t beautiful. Nor divine.
The world I mean.
It was embalmed in chaos.
Though it was real. Maybe…
Somewhere in the flow of poetry…
It never seemed to have progressed.
Filled with inward (dis)comfort.
When did the melody get changed?
But I saw the world in poetry.
Divorced from all the pain.
Drowned in purity. (Not really.)
Though it was real.
A sense of blind affection.
Neglect of inspiration.
Where is this being sold?
Go naked for a walk.
And find the enigmatic meaning
In the world of poetry.
And when the winter of your mind falls down
Collect the shadows of the past
Gather them and burn.
Colorful enough?
Then fetch a stroke of personal light.
Forget the giggling expectations.
Write…
Discover the world in poetry.
Katya studies Creative Writing at University College Falmouth