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Allure of Poetry
Verse as uncut image, not muse brochure.
Poetry is not a wing factory. It is the room where joy and sorrow are forced to share a chair without pretending to agree.
Stanzas are not rehearsals for applause. They are receipts — what the body noticed when prose wanted to behave.
Rhythm is breath with opinions. Meter is optional. Truth is not.
The allure is not enchantment. It is permission to leave the ending unfixed.
The chair is still occupied.
JV · Dark Heart Labs