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There is
nothing to do now
except
to
write poetry.
I cannot help building fires.
What if our life depended on the fire.
there have been people who lived like that.
I am finally beginning to believe in their
wisdom.
and
my wisdom.
There is form in the poetry. Never forget there
is form
in the
poetry.
it's about
the
breath.
The breathing.
the way
one must breath
when confronted with lines
to read.
There is breath
in
the poetry.
there is breath
in
the
poetry.
there
is
b
r
e
a
t
h
in
t
h
e
p
o
e
t
r
y
.
t
h
e
r
e
i
s
.
WhY?!?!?!