Wrong Order Of Letters.

Poetry is such a divine sense of art.

To create a rhyme, to make a musical flow, to make the letters dance along one's head... no, that is not divinity.

but to bestow a painting with no brush, to capture a picture with no use of light...

to create feeling without the presence of a heart, to give a sense of clarity while twisting a nonsensical madness and to give insanity an ethereal throne...

that, is divinity.

And it is so, for words that transcend above meaning and sanity.

It is so, for letters that graze that which lays in an unsightly abyss and draws it into beauty.

And for that is never acceptable, it is only but a wrong order.