A Poet Died

a poet died
all of his words
weaved with careful
beauty
all of his thoughts
written with passion
resolute
his soul displayed
In syllable after syllable
sometimes profound
could not compete
with the unpalatable
truth
one incongruous
to his essence

numbers mattered more

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