What is Poetry? The Unconscious Conscious' Conscious Lead?

The Bit of Bridled Truth

As Poets 'our' dead from what you've read,
I claim a riddles through.

To explain or Exclaim!!,
that Prose is Versed,
the rhythm bets,
that rhymes are set.

 To entice farther still,
the likes advantage only due,
the words are meters Let.

The spoken sentence in reverse,
offers cursed and places wreck,
with bounds of met.

So I've heard poetry is lost,
but Bound a future Found.

Strange how perversity still blames,
the Tongue's of switch,
play the Gamed.

The chest of Man,
the Steel is planned,
to bank this placed,
Eye target; Raced!!

Why must Songs be so Framed,
to hide Exist?, or just to List,
the coming Age as Knew resist.

The formal persist of know reply,
it's all just a Sign,
of Times that Vie.


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