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Is There a Poem in There?

Maybe so. I've been looking around and found one that might qualify. What do you think?

I love that the silence between us is as full of laughter, of sparkling eyes, of the joy of connection, as when we dance together.

Let the muse take the lead and follow, heedless, and eager to discover.

 And another:

 For Erin

I think each of us is a little mad. Or at least, each of us harbors a germ of madness or perhaps a spark which, given right conditions, may blossom into brilliance, or into something more frightening and unfamiliar.

Is there a poem in there, in you, aching to get out?