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|  Poetry

Quickly,

I jot it down,

The way I feel,

Then and there,

Where I fail, to find a solid piece of ground.

I would shout it out,

As if my lungs were engines of endless sound

I would blurt it out,

If meaning would surpass the thickest walls - profound

I would break the rule of every book bred by the stiffest bounds

I would bend myself to far extremes

Then rebound, safe and sound

I would stir the darkness in their sleep

and in their wake, 

and I would do what it takes 

Just for the sake of higher stakes

I will scream and pound, 

I will shake them down, 

I will leave nothing, 

Then lurk around. 

I will bend - they will break, 

I will bounce - they will ache 

and suffer from their rigid ends. 

I’ll hear them clank like icicles and snowflakes

They will not melt - for I will not wait

I would listen to their crushing sounds, 

Like autumn leaves left, un-raked.