The grist for many of us is pain, but what you do with that hard clay is what makes a poem. We transcend through poetry, the writing and the reading of it.
A friend of mine likes to say that we enter a different state through three things:
Drugs
Drums
Dance
Either poetry in its trance-like form is the "drums" or in its lyricism it is the "dance." Or it is simply its own portal. Whatever the case, the pain may take us to that edge, but the poetry takes us beyond and through. And that's a beautiful thing.
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