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some time, somewhere, out there

someone had said
that one part of poetry
is a reservoir that holds
all the sadness of this world

What then does this say of a poet?

it is not seen how
that portion poets bear
bare on virginal leaves
all their flight and fears

are tears morphed in pressed ink

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warmth envelops

dissolving the

bustle and noise

liquid stillness

offers but a momentary

tranquil once upon a time

it is so easy to 

drift off and forget

here the watery balm

soothes celiac rashes

a moment's reprieve

that shuts out reality

provides sombre retreat

cares float away

until unwanted thoughts

stray with blistered report

it is quite possible

through bolted locks 

to lay victim

to home invasion

for someone to play

Corday to one's Marat

a hapless victim stabbed

at home in one's bath