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Greg McVerry

Explore Poetry #poetryport

Explore poetry
Not inspect it's meaning
in weaning thoughts
lost, to constant
beating of the hose

light glows
when you burrow
into sounds
and treasure\
pleasures in
lanscapes of
stolen tomorrow

not scrape
verse to
probe swollen
undertoes of
truth, a
sooth let loose
on uncouth
hunt of technique
instead seek the loud cry
of a poet's eye


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