A poet is a seeker who never finds
A nomad who never rests
A reaper whose harvest is never enough
Sowing words like wild oats
chasing after wind
Falling where they fall
in a whirlwind of dauntless mayhem
Commanding order from the chaos
in a war that never wanes
Silo the plunder
Stack the arsenol
Enlist every soldier
Every civvie great and small
Poetic justice is a fight for the liberation of every word
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