Art ***** Mature Poet Steal, Others Thought-Buying

in the Sacred Wood of
T.S. Elliot - immature poets immitate
mature poet steal -

but they can't ever duplicate my mind
a nobody's nothing as
the fools think of
like a hazy mist
peering in vain
as critiques frolicking
in gaiety rain

they can't ever plagiarized mine
my thoughts are extremely unfamiliar
a wispy proclivity
like gossamer threads
twisting your mind

blurry are all my manuscript words
striking subtle private experiences
against the world, against inner self

then how can they immitate and steal mine
my deep words of personal encounter

not unless i bargain these for

by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

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