Had a real essence of poetry. You made virtually each line count. 'Compressing' it so as not to over elaborate. Cos to me, it wasn't one of those kind of pieces. And well, when you can say so much with so little...well there is your poetry (er, well kind of).

Okay, i'll stop babbling now. And just say, that simply put. To me, this was about 'the poet'. Or 'a poet'. Whichever way one wants to look at it.

Probably the evolution. From the naievity(sp) of thinking you know so much, and can teach the world. Be blessed to know you. It's more for others than yourself. From getting the girl to impressing certain peers.

Anyway, the evolution is to the wise. He realises he must write for himself (he/she). That he is in the end, relatively so little. And to progress any he must just dig and search. For himself, no one else. Well something like that. You know, he becomes the wise poet. Not necessarily the know it all. But he becomes the 'true poet' as such. Er...get meh?!...

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