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RORSCHACH

As if my pen exploded there, or worse,
I splattered my few words upon the page:
Empty words in hideous blank verse, 
Words written not in artifice, but rage.

Yet critics found within it more than rhyme,
Ascribed to me ideas that weren’t my thoughts
Found meaning that was never my design,
Like madmen finding pictures in ink blots.

A face, a bat a butterfly, a flower,
Existing nowhere but the viewer's head:
Do poets create poems through their own power?  
Or is poetry defined by being read?

For now I’ll furnish tone, and rhyme, and meter
And leave metaphor and meaning to the reader.
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