Beneath the Powerful I Paint a Poem
Away from the noise
Of the droning crowds
That belong with each other,
Never taking responsibility
For their own mistakes,
Yet being quick to point out mine
Because I'm
"Beneath them".
Well, guess what?
Never would they stop to see
The Beauty in a rocky landscape
Or a flower breaking up out of asphalt,
Let alone try to paint the
Spirit
Or make a poetic leap.
But I do.
Stopping right here in my tracks--
They'll just have to step
Over
Me!
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