A Blank Treasure Map

Jul 10, 2005 21:39

Poetry is the greatest evil
Ever unleashed upon the earth;
For when one reads a poem,
They will never know of its worth.

You can journey throught the poets words,
But you cannot journey through his mind,
Since those words cannot take you back
To the treasure you wish to find.

Thousands of meanings for one line,
And millions more for one poem.
I'll take the one in a million odds
That you do not find the meanings home.

Do not try to interpret
The place you cannot go.
Accept the beauty for what it is
And leave the poem alone.
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