This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.
Poetry is life distilled.
Life must be aromatic.
There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
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