the thing about poetic licence is its

poetic injustice

cerebration, once spoken or written
would have corrupted pure thought
by the muddied hand of our articulation.

just like cynicism waxing cynical:
in that lone instant of release; its
value drops from lofty to mundane


Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-12-14 at 21:03

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, it becomes adulterated.

StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
how very true.