I searched for truth with all my heart.
I dissected each word with the fervor
Of a scribe in an Italian monastery,
The inflection and control
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A intense poem of self discovery, though at times sad and desperate in this quest, ends with a wide spectrum of insight in that only we can make ourselves whole. I particularly liked the image of the Italian Monastery.
Yes. the poet's (artist's I would argue) lament. Please be a lawyer, an accountant, a cook, dishwasher, carpenter (at least you'd have a hammer) teacher, dentist - ANYTHING but a poet. Ha.