Getting back to
My Form
Getting away from
The Pervading Of
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You are One, I see though You, With all the Gifts, The search for Acclaime. The Rosettes, the Prizes, the Points Scored, The Blunderbus to Shower us with a Thousand Poems, instead I beg you try to place them line after line within an EPIC and leave them posted and unread, without a word of critic, because they could then be clearly understood by every one and passed off as 'High Brow' I bet your next Poem is even shorter. My kind regards, I am sure you have a sense of Humour. Philip
I double what Yoonoos said. I'd give you my interpretation but this could mean many things to many many people. Another winner!
I love it. This poem pervades form haha. it could have so many meanings it's kind of blowing my mind away.