An Acrostic on Wallace’s ‘Poet’

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The hidden entrance

placed over each tremble

is still

the hapless endeavor

painted rich in even silk tresses

of flame

that heat every

inch not viewed in silence, in blazing life erupting.

 

 

“The poet is the priest of the invisible” – Wallace Stevens

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