If the poem is reducible
to prose, then what do
You make of the hazardous
thimble, the currant of
Moses and the tram of reason,
unreason, unfavorable taunt?
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Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 
However, more so,
if a poem expands,
into thousand books,
each word allows
a life to inspire,
mountains move,
tyrants perspire,
a revolution revolves,
humanity evolves,
those are the words,
worth endeavouring for,
we may fail,
fate may entail,
dying in ditch,
no one to stitch,
those shreds called coffin,
still hope pervails
on a strawberry dale,
before the ship sails,
let’s create some magic…
Thanks AB.