[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 

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