For each poem written
The whole mind is changed,
The landscape altered,
The new terrain reworked
And remoulded.
The whole self flowering
As an unknown bloom,
Expectant to be re-known
And found again,
And yet again.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
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