This Iz Not the Poem Part Deux

NOW WHIZ THE MOMENT TO PREPARE TO SCRUTINIZE MY WRITTEN ATTEMPT AND HOPE MY OFFERTORY DISTINCT FROM OTHER GALS N GUYS. thankful to enjoy genesis of thoughts from whence doth spring germ of an idea, that either takes root (exhibiting potential to live with arms strong) when just a tender vulnerable shoot (ephemeral as notes issuing from a magic flute) within fifty plus shades of gray matter per this fifty plus year ole coot? This need dull in haste tack search for source that gave rise per process to enable *****sapiens to think doth nag horse sense of this poet as he initially digs shallow, yet sometimes forced to spelunk into crawl space narrow and shallow, or shine laser focus into a chasm teetering on brink (hunting down gamesome elusive dodging catlike whims) out pace readied whorled wide net to capture alive agile rat fink unseen quiet as a mouse notion gives hardy fellow (quite a chase) scurrying thru micro cosmic burrow of Manhattan skyscrapers at a blink, said quarry vanishes without a trace just as quick mental cogs and wheels generated riveting link connecting bot sized tinker toys pinging within cerebral cortex appearing random as nonsequiturs conscious kinks via distracting ability to latch onto awesome fleeting mindspace inducing minor frustration at lack of ability to nab (albeit painlessly) zinc shimmering insight cognizant ability likened to ode to Grecian urn vase frieze depicting ever closely captured thought process, cuz lifespan shorter than a wink king third eye blind comfortably numb beatle browser.