To Poetry

I can always be ok push away what I can't change rearrange empty words into half full glasses and drink to poetry. So raise your cup And drink the empty words until you are so thirsty you accept reality and pour it into your mouth. It's full bodied flavor waking the senses destroying defenses washing you into a painful submission Speaking revelation That the control was never yours to begin with. So remove the false burden, allow yourself to simply be what you are and nothing more. Then take those full bodied words and raise your glass to poetry.