A poet is a person who makes snapshots,
moments in a sequence spoken
like the tree falling in the forest:
kinetic images for who would listen.
Judgment has little to do with truth;
merit is wholly subjective.
We align if the music compels
an Aurora Borealis in our heads.
The point: connection to Something Else,
a journey however short or long
from ourselves, through
the Universe, and back.
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Narble Furt Lives 
Isn’t it the truth. The best art is made for oneself.
Even reading it. What does the experience bring you? You can’t know it for someone else.