A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.
DIFFERENCE
Fancy not thine own addictions
As dear to me,
Nor that gently whispered almanac,
As clear,
For in that majestic place
Where difference is forged,
I am sovereign and whole,
And if that place were not to be,
Then I am thee, and thou art me.
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