One of the reasons I've never been a successful liar is that if I don't believe in something wholeheartedly, I can't summon the passion to persuade anyone else to believe it, either. The same applies to my poetry.
So, despite these liberating compositional examples, and despite what I said earlier in this thread, for the most part my muse ditches me unless there's a pretty close correspondence between fact and truth. Much as in translation, I find that the excuse of form gives me only so much leeway, and no more, to tweak.
Your mileage may vary, of course.
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