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Manifesto of Provocation

I am not your solace,
I am the grit in your eye,
the hand that tips the table
so you see the floor: the Poet

I arrive uninvited,
a shard in the shoe,
a whisper that burns louder
than the shout

you expected:      the Poem

We are not a choir of comfort,
we are a parliament of sparks,
each line a fuse,
each stanza a detonation

disguised as song: Poetry

Our theory is simple:
disturb the settled dust,
refuse the easy hush,
make language stumble
so thought must learn

to walk again;  Poetics

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