To John Keats

Creative thought—
That which is progress
Is found in the form of escape, or
Whether it be daydreams or
Balancing on the fence
Between sleep and wake; for it is
Sleep and Poetry.

Without this escape
Man becomes a computer,
Feeding back
That which has been input. 

With this in mind—
Why do we (as a society)
Or any society
Abhor creative thought
In its true sense?
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