He lies resting on the tip of his pen
Relying on words; realigning thoughts
—a sequence, pattern and then after a trend
Thinking in between the thoughts of a heart,
passion, pain, desire...happiness, tragedy, inclusiveness
Intruding; all like cracks inside a bottle,—broken inside
But for the audience's eyes; a pretty bottle of kaleidoscope
Alone on the low of lowly thoughts
to judge what they see in a world in written word

Peeps through the tiny hole
an entrance way, or an escape from the world
A see through of himself in every transparent poem;
Apparent regards, of being a picture of
a room of beautiful scars
A quiet art painted in the silhouettes behind a daily mask
A poet in a bottle,
as with the lid unmasked

You could never bottle away the words of a poet