The Poetry of Feeling Has No Words

It's a farce to call a poem
a thing of feeing or soul
these things traditionally constituted
of words, spaces, punctuation
would appear to be a dirt stew
to the feeling apparatus
of any given person.

Rather, we have a solar system 
of thought, planet, and asteroids
classified in space, whereas feeling
is the sun and all the stars:

emitters of light that only
exists in the mind of the observer
refusing definitions and never 
conforming to whatever the opposite
of abstraction might be.

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