Poetry Runs the World

My poetry was small, when my world was small... It had the valve radio that increased the world, but I didn't handle it... So the large world didn't listen to me... and world didn't read, my poetry... Today everything appear on Internet even my poetry spreads... Already the whole world now so immense.. It's right here, over there, right there... The world we catch with its hands! Even my poetry once demure, expands, reverberates beyond from the backyard... until, overseas... Run other worlds...!