[resemantization]
A sound
and its own halo
above me
constructing new horizons
of views unseen
Yet I remain myself
Behind the grazing fields of sound
A new world
of poetics
[poetic license]
Poems like to talk about themselves
And hide behind metaphors
But I am not like that
I recoil when I hear my name
But everything is fine
As long as you call me
[metonymy]
They say the night is young
But I have an old soul
They say it doesn’t matter
But it is not a question of matter