Poetry

Poetry is a voice I did not know I had until I spoke. It is eyes I did not know I could open until I did. Poetry filters the bleakness of existence with flashes of life.

Poetry is a way of living.

Poetry is the child of philosophy and aesthetic. Poetry is an alchemical axiom: One in the Universe; the Universe in One. I’ve witnessed common experiences — such as getting a haircut from a barber — become exquisite gestures of culture, loyalty and pride. Poetry exposes the craftsmanship of the everyday.


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