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Here is a poem I wrote:

"Life is a poem"

Of course life is a poem
Writing the poem is life
Reading the poem is life
So how could life not be a poem
From beginning to end?
Concepts are tricksters.
Don't be taken in!

but what is a poem
if not a concept
how could life be anything?
when there is no-one to live it

...

Life is such that,
the poet is the poem.

But there is no poet,
so there is no poem.

The eyes tell such,
pretty little lies.

Could I again about life?
I try very, really very hard
I think our poem is rife
There's death, its part.