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Poet's Creed Though I may be tempted, I shall not fall below to gravities; crash landing beneath life's geography to depression crevice and ravine. I shall not sip delicious dark sufferings-- poetic elixirs; unredemptive confection poetries. I shall not cuddle Dread. I will not slurp death's gruel. I will stand up to wily winds that buffet. I will not paper mache enthusiasms with gravity fittings ill placed, I will be one beacon light when I can, the woodland sprite sometimes. I shall kiss with tulip lips, pail and shovel lift in sand box play; I will finger-paint the starry sky-- open my heart purse wide. I will not sing of dark birds and Raven wings. I will not abandon oars on the river Styx. I will live instead on high topography open my drapes on hope's dreams and stay alert such that in death's night I will see consciousness rise to that incredible light signifying the Lightness of our lives and Being. These my heavenly muses that my Poetic Creed. |
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