Terran'sVoice/William A Pendragon

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A Poet

A Prometheus lingers skin deep within me
My blood seethes boiling as a tempest storm
Surely as the inspiration pounds grey matter
Flowing from the well as words flow to paper 
Breathing every breath anew words emerge
My monster is bound flawless
Then and then only does He become Art
"Poetry becomes art when flawless."
nom de plume-William Dalton Carnes
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