How Mysterious

Where has the poem gone?
The poem that should have been
the poem that never was
the poem that is the force that through the green something something plagiarism fail
the poem that makes me who I am
the poem that makes the world go ’round
oh yes
through the green fuse drives the flower
that’s it
the poem that lives with other poems
in a darling poem-themed apartment
the poem that cackles and flies away
into the poetic sunset
the poem with the dragon tattoo
the poem in the boat
to say nothing of the dog
the poem that goes on and on
until it eats all the other poems
and changes into something rich and strange
that is not a poem at all
I do not know
says the poet

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