Sonnet: Crux of the Art- Poetry

The poet in me takes for a ride, through eccentric magnetic moods of magic No matter, whatever phase his life threw; he gives his reasoning or his logic I'm sure he wants to explore much of me capture every emotion I carry all along the transition & that's the key That forms the crux of the art: poetry. I want the person yield to the moment give himself to the thought submissively sans secrecy, self hood any movement Diverting the poet from the person'lly'. The mirage of the mind should re-reflect It self, rather thoughts having any effect