Oven Of Thoughts
The poets mind is an oven of thoughts.
Whose flame can not be snuffed.
Where words expand and erupt.
The poets ideas are a shoal of fish caught.
Whose bodies writhe and jerk.
Where individual images are put to work.
The poets ambitions are scattered leaves.
Whose shapes are overlapped without design.
Where hidden sentences hide between the lines.
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