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RE: The Night & its Bewitching Might — Where Poets Dream & Cry (Original Poem)
My second time around to this one, @yahialababidi, and I'm still speechless. There is just so much here. Every word, every intricately woven detail of life and dream combined, the intensity of it as it builds and builds. So so beautiful, this. Thank you, for sharing your gift with us, Sir. Truly.
You are very gracious, @authorofthings. All I can say is that words have a life of their own, and certain states their own magic and dictates. Under the influence of night, an entire day's pent up/unspent energies may, suddenly, erupt in this unhinged manner. In turn, everything is defamiliarized and the hallucinatory work of dreams might begin to take place with our eyes still open... Poetry might just be another name for unleashed intensity.
I'm not sure if you've heard my reading of this poem, posted on DSound earlier today. If not, I hope that it lives up to your expectations & inner voice:
https://steemit.com/dsound/@yahialababidi/the-night--its-bewitching-might--original-poetry-reading Sweet dreams, Yahia