The Essence
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Barry Middleton
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the essence is not love
love does not redeem
poets find the core
revolving in a dream
the grand plans of man
golden universal gods
philosophers and kings
the conquerors of odds
imagination's marrow
is all that we invoke
the evil and the good
of the existential joke
art and gracefulness
appreciation of beauty
the nurturing mother
the naiveté of duty
we think and it becomes
whether love or hate
a paradise in misty fog
or hell's sulfurous gate
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