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Poetry is like
how sometimes, if you try hard enough,
for just a second
you can see a spiderweb,
in the sunlight.
After that,
it’s gone, no matter how hard you look.

Poetry is chaos written out on paper.

Poetry is what might happen,
if the universe took a pencil in hand
and wrote something.

Poetry is a song not meant to be sung.

Poetry is the feeling of a sunset or a sunrise.

Or maybe
it’s not.