Poetry, Meaningless

I don’t actu­ally think that any poetry has any mean­ing,
in and of itself.
As in leav­ing the pos­ses­sion of the Poet’s mind,
Poetry becomes an inde­pen­dEnt entity.

Poetry is not capa­ble of pos­sess­ing any­thing in reality.

Poetry is sim­ply capa­ble of being well-beheld
in the eyes of its intrigued viewer.

This char­ac­ter­is­tic accred­its Poetry, in turn,
the abil­ity to be won­drous in every sense of the word.

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