What it is

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    What it is

    What it is i do not know
    Midst the confusion, the pain, the sorrow
    I can not grow
    To see a better tomorrow
    What it is, is the now that I hold onto
    The today, the right here, the pressure of this instant
    Is it me? Is it you?
    So resistant
    What it is I can not see
    The clouds are in the way
    I try to forsee
    Perhaps a better day
    What it is I can not let go of
    For it is that very what, that makes me hold onto at all cost
    For the what is the love
    That I would be lost
    Without

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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