The Mechanics Of Poetry Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I cannot use mathematics to calculate the complex geometry of poetry
I can only be the poem to outline my argument
I will bring you pain when you are perfectly fine
Tears will drop from your eyes when you are totally unaware
It is the fresh wounds in your mind that I see
I see through the wall of ego around you
It is the mystical world I see
The realm of your spirit
I am a compass in the realm of dimensions
I am a citizen of consciousness
Give me your mind
And I will give you knowledge, understanding and wisdom
I am a library of Love
And all my windows are painted with the colour of the sky
The sky is not the limit
It is only the beginning
I am the hands of consciousness
To open the oven of mystery
And serve you with the Truth
Poetry has no dimensions
It is a pot of endless possibilities
It is a realm outside time
It's the language of the spirit
The mechanics of poetry are not mechanical

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