disabused of the notion it is, it was, a world conquerable,
realizing, tables turned, I was the entanglement, entranced,
powerless conquered, held in sway, even when I slept!
my mind was decomposing verses, until the throated
compulsion went from sleep writing to realized poem walking,
with no notice, asking no permission, the words came thru me merely as a transcribing machine vehicle to scribe them into existence, as straining creation care needed, knew one surgical emotion ~ urgency
an addict to the written word, the alpha bits entered the brain
is silence stealthy, on rapids rushing, sweeping me along as passenger
and con~tribute-tor; but mostly an intermediary interloper, taken~
told, what to write, a tool in some heady heavenly toolbox,
I kid you not,
penned and pinned,
unwilling quilling,
I lost the human distinction,
free will eliminated. sanctioned
then dissipated
I was knightly
retooled
by a coven of muses and
angels