Heteronomous; dreamlike [poetry]

Why is the poet fault for not tell the truth?
He is a slave to his work,
as well as the primordial essences of the universe
They are slaves of their own duties.
The poet pretends what he sees,
He lies with what he feels.
But it is not his fault.
Poetic words are stripped words
of the objectivity that words have.
The word "sea" describes an endless river
that stretches across the horizon,
but in the poem, "sea" is sadness and solitude
Or depth and mystery,
Or a sweet lover, or an enemy;
Or the unconscious, or God if you want.
Any poetic lie with the word "sea" is valid.
That's what dreams are about;
Dreams are, and do not need validity.
Poems and dreams, small fragments of the mind;
words and images unfold like bridges
where tigers come out of the mouths of the fish
and fall on naked women floating on the "sea"
The poetic image takes minutes to be created in the reader's mind
While it is read.
The [good] poems have the virtue of leaving everlasting images
like a pocket universe that exists in a millionth of a second
and that extends for all eternity.