Poets
"At the touch of love
everyone becomes a poet,"
spouting merth and merry
to skies and to sea.
But "at the touch of love,
[for me, I too become] a poet,"
but such merth and merry buried
and the words conspire and delve inside.
For "at the touch of love
everyone becomes a poet,"
but lines and scenes
are none alike.
-Matthew Koutzun
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For me, the allure of posting in this abyss of technology is the sheer fact that perhaps, no one will read it. Perhaps it's selfish. I want to keep my most poignant wisps of thought to myself. But also, the under publicized outlet this is has guaranteed that no one that I know personally will read these and make the connections between real life events, therefore allowing the words to take on new life of their own.
And of course, even an audience of one is more than enough for most artists. For it's not as if they can stop creating, even if they want too. The words are simply a gift, even if it is only a gift to few.
So please, enjoy the gift. Your presence may make this all worth it.
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