from mouth to immortality

A poem finds itself most alive in the mouth, but for immortality it must find a place where it’s written down.

always alive

To write an evergreen line.

it's all poem

The poems are all telling me the same thing. “This is all a poem. You’re alive, get it?”

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Ah, poetry. It’s such a pleasure to have something that does not demand to be understood, in a world where clearly there is already not one iota of understanding to spare.
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—Nick Piombino, Contradicta (Green Integer, 2010)