Let us assume,
that in this life
we obtain about
ten thousand different words,
employable and reusable
the exact number matters not
this accumulated list is your
Outer Structure
the how and the why we write,
the compulsion and the illusion
is DNA at the cellular level modified
by every second of our lives,
every word tabulated and stored
this is not an essay,
this is a poem
This is a 2:42 in the mid of night poem
when the the basics rule,
when the questions get asked,
and the answers (for me)
either
don't come or are
not oft to your liking,
but good for you,
good for us,
that the asking of the questions
is our poetry
so let us confess,
so let us address,
the primary screen,
the essential filter
the place where all poems begin
is the me
most of me is given,
but you add words,
you pick and choose the vocabulary,
that refines your me
sometimes your me excels,
you use your me words
so so well,
but sometimes not
this structure
is where we all begin
but should not ded end
move beyond,
translate your me
into us
find the way to comprehend
that you must pass over the line
of me and
excel anew
write a near and new me,
take your own vocabulary,
your own DNA a given
super duper impose your word~life structure
on me in ways that
gasp me into a new seeing
give me your genes, your word cells,
teeming with new connections,
then happily
will I take
your poems,
delete the Y,
make it
our poems,
add it to my cellular vocabulary,
by doing so,
establish a physical genetic connection
truly then our ink is our blood,
and we are poet brothers and poet sisters,
cousins of the words
for the living poets whose genes and cells teem with words