The poets room

***The Poets Room***

The poets room
has nothing in it.
No comfortable furniture,
no radio, no voices,
no clocks ticking, nothing
except the beat in your ear, of blood
pulsing through your heart.

Do you hear?

In the poets room
your favorite movies, start twitching
on the empty walls, whenever
you are brave enough
to chase your images
with words.

Do you see?

In a future of few books,
your mind a library of hush
where crowds devour your creations.
Others enter,
not knowing whether to worship, or bow
in your direction.

Do you believe?

Back to the poets room
friendly in a fantastical way
where you can taste butterflies
and jump stars as if rocks
and always be someplace else, provided
you have pen and paper
to take you.

Can you fly?

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