Beneath camouflage of fact and fiction
Behind the curtain of truth and lie
Amid the whispers of creativity's craze
Beyond any sound that fails my tone
Under any guise that guards my notion
Far from the cries of emotion
Within the walls of ratifying words
Upon the hills of vehemence and vista
Through the emergence of natural hints
Along the trails that defy border
I assign the limits of disorder
I devise the rules of order
I curb the enthusiasm of passion
I eradicate the cravings of assumption
I nourish the flowers of doubt
I examine the fruits of conviction
I go high and I plunge low
I crack the codes of Apollo
I rely on intuition and instinct
I abide by poetry's precinct
I shall not rest till I beat the test
I shall not waste the bird in my breast.