A place in the sun

When poets believe in beauty
They will sit on one of these benches looking at the capitol
Asking for forgiveness for having idolized absolute profanity and absolute perversion
For rejecting absolute truth and absolute justice

They will repent
Vowing to be absolutely good
As a poet and a person

Removing their sunglasses
They will cry over the glaring perfection of the capitol
Their maturity for now loving it
And the disgrace they once proudly made of poetry

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