Don’t read poetry

Poetry shouldn’t be read In stead It should strike When you least expect So the dark parts of brain Can become its abode While the thinking mind Enters fight or flight mode

Poetry shouldn’t be read In stead It should be seen Pass trough your inner retina A geometric dream Using you as its vehicle Wanting to be free

Poetry shouldn’t be read In stead It should be rain Hammering a dense canopy under which you hide The drops seeping in Falling through the leaves A tingling on your skin