Prelude To An Exit: the Written Word Becomes Spoken ( a Narrative.Part One)

The POET had been willing and able To arrange the concepts that had been spurred, By numbering them first, second, and third, Just to make sure that his thoughts were stable. So, the POET sat down at his table, And, then, began to contemplate his words, Writing how he wanted them to be heard, Now knowing that this style had a "LABEL". The POET wanted his words to flow free, From both the tip of his pen and his tongue, Inspired as far as his eyes could see, Like a song that is written and then sung. His words were recited like they should be; Spoken with every breath in his lungs.