Power

With a subtle movement I take off
the top of my head, usurping
poetry’s power, feeling the smooth
stuff ooze out on my fingers.
Usurping poetry’s power, I
make new the very air,
set everything ringing,
I do not mean but be
and usurping poetry’s power
I am not in ideas
but things.

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