Triplet
1.
Poetry flows out
through wounds of time and of times
clots in timely words.
2.
Poetry came forth
Because of wounds because of
Words, words resulted
Some catapulted,
Thrust through to through, flew aspurt
Red they blew to read.
3.
Writing
Can strike anywhere
Like Franklin,
And when it does,
It leaves a track
You can follow back
And back or ahead
With words inside
Your head or pen's point
Words intoxicate and anoint
Enlighten, enflame, reveal true name
Purge false.
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