Nonchalant Poetry

I guess the pen is wearisome of poetry

And poetry is wearisome of the pen

Yet the scribbler-- wearisome above both

Does not cease to maintain their divine engagement 

For it's better than the saga of estrangement 

From the hollow dialectics 

That the room offers

The irises go scanning to look for the nonexistent - 

Enrichment, intelligence, and beauty

Yet all hopes in vain

The scribbler traverses through the inner cosmos

That beholds the sought

And ends up making the pen kiss the paper 

And forming nonchalant poetry.

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