Undefined and unnamed
And feelings so abstract
Even dimensions cannot capture
But there's still a desire
To let that essence percolate
So they weave with heart
A sentiment
Which even words can't fathom
Poetry, they call it...
But all they see are words
Don't fall for the words
For they are but just a tool
To create an approximation
Of a dimension
That may lead you to feel the emotion
Not of the poet
But of your own
That you might have suppressed
From time unknown
Don't fall for the words
If you wish to know
The poet's sentiment
And the dreamy universes they sow
For words are meant to hide
But pretend to show
Poems encase a cosmic weave
Of thoughts, whims, and notions
That exist and rest
Beyond the "normal" comprehension
So, don't fall for the words
For the poet's heart
They will never know
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