Interesting

I think about a poem of
a province strange to mind,
of making a cellular love
with words grotesque of kind.

The pedal point would be adrift
in such a piece of art.
Futility would make a shift
from being rich and smart.

Remunerative would that thing
impede vehemence clear.
So I suggest I better sing
a tune considered dear.

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