Manifesto in Verse Poetic creatures, born with minds to dream, We wield instinctive art to shape our view. Each verse reveals the lens through which we gleam, Our truths distilled in rhythmic points of view. Our art, when silent, sheds its vibrant hue, Its pulse grows strong when echoed, passed along. Through shared refrain, our voices find what's true, And scattered verse becomes a binding song. I'll ...