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a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Nobody Reads Poetry

Nobody reads poetry anymore
Including mine
And that’s fine
(Not sure if they ever did)
Portals into souls unattended
Or already traveled through
By the poets
Who have opened a path
To move from here to there
Cryptic phrases of clarity
That no one reads

Midnight Blue Bastards

Me of Little Faith