A poem is an ambush

A poem is an ambush
set inside your head.
Words, phrases, images,
take up position and wait.
It may be easy enough
or it may be obscure.
A reader stumbles in.
The pincers snap shut.
To fight his way clear
he must find a meaning.
Few try and many fail,
retreating to the normal
and safely familiar.
But he who fights on
breaks out into a world,
into a different world,
changed and charged,
never quite the same.
Knowing what can be known.
Stronger for the struggle

~~~Mike Essig
words written by Jim Morrison

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