Follow the Poet
Follow the poet to the bottom
Their scrivened souls lead there
Electric verbs and climatic curves
Stoking notions of hoisted up hairs
Winding down the patchy canyon
To laurel beds on librettos grind
Waterfall nerves and augury spurs
Urging seshat to wield her rhymes
Follow the poet to the bottom
Thats where they’re lost and found
Candles abuse and notepads recluse
Glazing infinities pre-trial rounds
Parading patterns of rickety roads
Past old poems plagued in a frame
Battled rudders and carving rubber
Skidding below to avoid the reign
Follow the poet to the bottom
Below the soil and above the sun
Atop sappy moss and clueless frost
Molding truth’s molten hand numb
The poet's work is never done
The poet’s cause has not begun
The bottom is the highest rung
Follow the poet down the gun
To bullets aimed at broken glass
Aimed into perfections noose
Aimed into perceptions shoes
Follow the poet
Follow you!
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