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--I see also the power to free myself/and speak of it (The Yellow Flower, WCW)

You are a poet who believes beauty can right all wrongs. I believe it also but why the tortured bodies of the slaves? What is the yellow mustard but a weed? Isnt the universe itself enough? The living of life as a spent flower its scattered petals or the drained rivers No bee left to honey hives of pollen. See now love drops away from its image and casts itself gone into its refuge bearing upon arms the corpses and fugues without detail without visage If this is what you meant by poetry I dont want it: get away from me