I write to bring existence
to whatever it is I am
and I must do it every day,
because a poet is a flower
seeded in ethereal planes
who opens at the early dawn
to close forever in the dusk,
and when she finally awakens
she must from nothing grow
into a new space, a new time
strange new flower opening
to close herself for the night,
gone till she becomes again.

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