I rhymed it once
I rhymed it before
Long before
The first quill and ink
Wept of Lenore
Not comparing
Just sharing
My prowess apart
From the influence
All predecessors
Impart
It was dark when I found it
Was gifted its light
And by night I unbound it
In what I must write
Not for pay,
Recognition,
Nor artistry
Rendered
In ways
I’ve conditioned
Myself
To remember
It’s some more inherent,
Innate primal urge
To from my peace of mind
The disturbances purge