I am a visionary with hind sight

I am a falcon with the wings of a blue jay

I am the quiet night trapped in the loud day

I am the reincarnation of my father to be all that he was not

I am the spot on the unblemished face but also the chemical to clean it

You see, writing is an art that requires you not only to write it, but to dream it, and to mean it

Though seen as merely leisure for relaxation, a pointless pleasure

Few fail to realize the essential treasure that is poetry

The substance of life

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