Alive Not Once ...

We love to type and classify we find it hard to wonder why, the quirky and eccentric mind off mainstreet,much enjoyment finds; We seek and seek the poet's voice, in verse and poesy of our choice, Yes this is him,no that is her we guess,but can never be sure; Perhaps occasion,the voice makes, identity has many takes, maybe posterity's critique will provide,the answer we ssek. Inspiration,in many a disguise conducts us on its journey,of surprise.