At The Core
Like an onionPeople have many layers
Each one reveals
A little more
Layer by layer
We peel away
Until we reach
The center, the core
The truth behind the person
What's at the core?
A good man or bad?
Just maybe God
At The Core
Like an onionPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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