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Some words strung together make prose. Some words strung together in an effective way make good prose. Some words strung together with metre and rhyme (sometimes) make verse.

But sometimes….

sometimes, words  go straight to my heart stir up the emotions and bring them, in saturated salty drops, to my eyes. they echo in the ears of my  mind. my heart swells, my feelings overflow. difficult to imagine that light, or sound, neurons and brain cells make me feel so intensely. poetry…a wonderful, mysterious miracle. more than science, more than religion or philosophy….. poetry is man’s claim to greatness.

Actually…been thinking…so is art..so is music….I suppose, finally, it’s the human brain which has the capacity for sublime greatness or utter depravity!