They say that to write poetry

I need to learn a certain art of enunciation

A certain way, of collecting my words together, in a jar

To form sentences on four lined verses,

Like that one above, but this makes it my fifth line

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And you; break all the rules of right and wrong

Like you, I don’t want to write just poetry

I’d want to write a million and one songs,

And never publish any,

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But gather the lot of them into a box

And pass it along to you before I die,

then you can listen to me for a million and one times

And you’d smile and let go of that cry

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because a million and one songs,

Can take an eternity to be heard

Or, just a one long extended night and day

Even a moment can encompass it all

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Just this moment, is eternal

Like all moments I spin with you

Round and round and around

Never dizzy from the sound

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I saw a moon rise in the morning

But remembered I was just day dreaming

And my thoughts spilt out here

Now you can see me, through the screen