Poetry
O sweet spontaneity
people, what makes them tick
the
possible demise
thick

words of
philosophy, perspective and art
and
a prick (not what you think)

these
have sometimes naughty looks
an assumed part of
role
not necessarily

beauty .
how
eyes of the beholder
physical acts of propriety
squeezing
hugs etc.

and of course, some conception
Gods or gods
environmental
true (really)

waiting
for a dream
conquering buried imagination
a rhythmic
lover
not always coherent

Right
that is the answer
nonsense
no such thing based
on
some critics