Great poems deliver 
 a few permanent sentences.

 Those that sharpen 
 your mind, 

 soften your stands,
 shake your confidence,

 double your realm of doubts,
 and serve you a blow, 

 throwing you backwards, 
 from their intensity.
 
 The virtue of scarring your psyche 
 with the spell of words.

 Some call it magic. 
 Others genius.

 I think of it as an exhibitionist muse 
 flashing her ankle.