Even as you yell for new forms, there are still no answers to fundamental forms.

Must poetry be truth?

It is the most concentrated form. It is that person’s truth—their most precious words, vulnerable and vain words.

There are no laws the flower must obey.

It is almost like a secret sin, but it is here in the open.

These words.

There is no need for new forms.

Amor is all there is.

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