Sometimes Writing Is Joyous, Sometimes … Not: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry

Words float,/
rise in my mind,/
fall from my hands./

They see-saw,/
tottering back and forth,/
from creative joy/
2 task/
2 drudgery./

If no1 reads them,
do poems exist?

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