To be Among My Owned Script-U-R-
the First, No Greater Thrill!
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a small coterie, a cohort, this mess of thoughts and
not too big around, that prayers, poem notions,
reads me regular~like, who've come scattered & disordered,
been for the long haul, know my blunderblus shotgun spewed,
foibles, my excesses, my habituals, all leaving a pockmark upon
but of late along comes a suprise! soul, a mental scarring of an IOMe
new poets here, with 0/very few These indented scars, some fresh
followers, touch me with a forefinger, some old enough to be ancient
perhaps unawares of my traditions, that I carry the Imperative, to
makes them my most favored nation, complete, turn feat from defeat,
for I am well supplied, with ample satisfying a necessary condition
supplies of courage + encouragement to exist, therefore I am, a being!
for the honor, for the thrill, to be each poem transformed from scar
among the number of their first to shoulder stripe, turning what
followers, to leave my intials on was mere rank, into a high rank,
their someday colossus, to bask with each completed poem, I
in their fresh glow of new extra stand taller, *****, lighter, bright,
bright light simply enlivening bright light, simply enlivening
4/3/25
