Painting the edge of now with a reality brush

The purpose of poetry!
Sell it to me.

I will go to school 
and be sure to read 
the masterful gone befores.

Thus, I can teach the art
of describing the ineffable
with a palette dictionary.

Tearing apart the letters
when necessairy, extra oxygen
can be purchased in the lounge,
for professors only, of course.

On comma on sentence
a periodical published
by the famed, rich, deterministic,
physics-makers, I mean shelf bearers,
of the dead's eulogies. 

There was never enough recognition
but this project shall be on me
like a simile on a piece of toast.

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