Dead Poets are only one Poet
when all the dead are done the things they said are quotes the poems they are there for all of us to find and read the dead poet he is done he is one with all the dead
they read the words instead of all the lines
they end the sentence with the time
they brace the face with age
they continue in the heavens archive
somewhere they are allowed to learn the forms of poetry more perfectly they blend the edifice and lean into the winding staircase of anomaly each step they take spills volumes we are the dead poets we are only one poet the world can ignore us and search among the living writers for new poets are not made they only just become one of us charlax is one of us Kushal is one of us Edger is one of us and Philip is now one of us no one can change us now no one to find us out
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HEER YE! O HEER YE!!
You're very welcome,
my just N worthy liege.
God bless your indelible soul.
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