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POETRY AS DREAM
Poetry is my life revealed,
For there, in depth of thought,
Lie all my hopes, my dreams expressed
In words intense and tightly wrought.
Exploring what I hardly know,
Seeking as though dreaming,
I struggle to define my life,
Grasping for more meaning.
The confines of experience
I venture to pursue,
Defining life and love and death,
Their meaning to construe.
And when I’ve sifted every thought,
Mined the deepest seams,
I feel I’ve drained my Muse’s well,
Finding only dreams.
Roland's Ragbag 