Between what I see and what I say,

Between what I say and what I keep silent,

Between what I keep silent and what I dream,

Between what I dream and what I forget:

Poetry.

It slips

between yes and no,

says

what I keep silent

keeps silent

what I say

dreams

what I forget.

It is not speech:

It is an act.

It is an act of speech.

Poetry

speaks and listens:

It is real.

And as soon as I say

“it is real”

It vanishes.

Is it then more real?

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