Poem Poem I

I free the poems
Into words
So that they can know themselves

As in a mirror
They can see
In the words
What they may be about

Under the cloaks
Of letters and sounds
The true poem
No one knows

The true poem is the shyest friend
The deepest shame
The greatest voice
Always hiding

But I feel
I owe it to the poems
To try
To let them be visible

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