I Forgot

I forgot that to write poetry, they don't always have to rhyme

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I forgot that to write poetry, I need to unburden my mind

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I forgot that to write poetry, something new I don't always have to find

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I forgot that to write poetry, it could be anything, anywhere, all the time

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I could write about the chicken and the egg

The first fish that had legs

How our Parents before us had to stop being chicken to fertilize their eggs

How information is displayed

How urban legend is relayed

About how evolutionary design gets replayed

(So similar, but not quite the same. Thus the technique in Mother Nature's game)

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We're atoms, Balls with Theory, Strings

More attached than Pinocchio, in the song that he sings

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Master, Master, from ideas Disturbed

Balls of yarn and string weaved together, we yearn

We learn

We experimented and show concern

Structure determines function

We're intertwined forming conjunctions

Intersections

Inner Complexion

Complicated

Not simplified to simplicity

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All but on charges of electricity

Of electrons spinning

Spinning

Spinning

In their shells

Traveling across the sea of metal

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Carol of the bells

Angels & Demons

Birthing New Heavens & Hells

Of the same origin

Filling the genetic ocean

Pouring the well again

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All of these have been on my mind and thoughts

When it came to writing poetry, this is what I forgot

(this is what I forgot)

*walks away*

(this is what I forgot)

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What I forgot