a poet, unlike a composer,
is never matured or kept
by the world which he wishes to
satiate, nor is ever mentioned
by the world as in waiting
or as the awaited...
he's always missing, amiss,
unkept and therefore easily discarded
as the next speaker of the common
phrase that might regurgitate
a succumbed to maxim with
the same eager ignorance
of acquirement due to the ease
of expression, but the lack of knowing
of what's intended.