poetry is music painted in black
the rhythm of consciousness
punctuated by the percussive
alliterations of tempo and touch
it is language drawn in curves and lines
a font of crystalline holiness
cast out in many colored clarity
it is melody meticulously wrought
in a harmonious dissonance of the discursive
it is fragrance emanating from image
constructed out of arbitrary significations
that are enabled by the elimination of artificial
dichotomies between logic and imagination
between feeling and touch between
form and content color and line
the rhythm of consciousness
punctuated by the percussive
alliterations of tempo and touch
it is language drawn in curves and lines
a font of crystalline holiness
cast out in many colored clarity
it is melody meticulously wrought
in a harmonious dissonance of the discursive
it is fragrance emanating from image
constructed out of arbitrary significations
that are enabled by the elimination of artificial
dichotomies between logic and imagination
between feeling and touch between
form and content color and line