To better understand, see this as a response to:

"my life is just a draft for now (for Simrik)"

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are you seventeen yet?

have the berries and the shells
stained impossibly
your youthful heart permanent,
have you matured and learned
to end sentences
in question marks?

surely certainty and
alack, its absence,
haunts
all your waking poems,
wonder does your mother know
what she has purloined in you
from her withins?

so young, so much love
oil spilling,
do you wonder about
the depth of the field
you are drilling, extracting -
is the soft supple supply
endless?

life so far is but a draft

take copious notes
for the best is yet
and I await patiently
the novella of your
adventures

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1055094/my-life-is-just-a-draft-for-now-for-simrik/

she,
already a poetic superstar,
perhaps needs no introduction,
nonetheless read her nine poems!
with admiration,
signed,
her fan