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Where have you gone? We need you!
We are numb, we are harried, we are shallow.
Who else but you could return to us insight and wonder?
Oh you, hiding on the back shelves of independent bookstores.
You, hiding behind unintelligible words, ancient mythology, veiled.
You, locked inside causes and labels.
Escape, like a magician submerged under lock and key
Arise, breathe.
Break the chains of verse and rhyme, if it suits you,
Let message be the muse, bring light to light.
Form is merely a vehicle, transcend,
If you dare.
You, Poet, instructor of hearts,
Beat for us a pure rhythm, but
Let Miranda have broadway,
You, meet us in Birmingham on a Tuesday morning, Nairobi on a Friday night.
Convince us; you could be our neighbor, our friend.
Shake us
Change us
Wake us from long slumber
Amaze us.
Not with instant awe, so we can swipe and move on.
