Have you experienced poetic Jouissance?

(A lone voice whispers) Have you emptied your soul late at night All alone Wrote words to lay on top of the white marble altar of poetry's grey tombstone If you have You're not one of the crowd who follows fashion and directions from secret social conditioners For in that hour of self awareness You embrace something so magical While in that quiet solitude Alone in that room Solitude Not to be confused with loneliness For you are surrounded by The Spirits of the Twenty-Six Letters Who waits for the call to start swirling Seeking rebirth on paper Or other forms of scrying mirrors A new life for eager eyes to see To maybe treasure From land or sea Wherever they be And to you Death will never conquer, for your words will echo like ringing Christmas bells Into eternity In the Vast Halls of Apollo For in time All poetry is constant and collected In a great never-ending room in the Akashic Records The Past Future and the Now Hum to drums playing pagan tunes of happiness and sorrow For the hordes to read poems at their leisure for pleasure To find just something they need in whatever they read So fear not Rejection or criticism Fear not Judgement or lament For the gift you share Is heaven sent Passed down like a golden trophy from The Spirits of Twenty-Six Letters From the gilded Halls of Apollo In a gentle breeze For they can feel your intense need Sweeping down their misty plains and green wild hills Like the last charge of Genghis Khan For them to answer With hidden scrolls Filled with clues to write poetry To satisfy the thrilling call of illuminated souls Seeking Jouissance (C) Copyright John Duffy Noun: Jouissance Physical or intellectual pleasure, delight, or ecstasy. Source: Google.