a new poet, here,  
quite breathless,
in this new rarefied
universe-of-uni-que-verses,
five, count’em,
five poems fell from
within me but
to (out-with) you,
even
without you
as if they existed prior, since
the beginning of
time, and just needing releasing,
like birds
from a jailor’s cage,
and well for me, feeling freedom
for the
very first time,
it’s a major
minor miracle,
two whole followers,
and I

run to the sea shores
to advise the world of
no-one-can hear-me of this
new development,
and the silence rewards me
with a sense of
awe, at this earthshaking development,
because I am actually shaking & stirring with/from
a crazy mixture of anxiety excitement exhaustion,
crazy like someone slipped me a key to a whole other world,
to where I can steal away
anytime I want and shout out
over an empty beach,
words of creation sung
in a crazy tune,
    and I realize that I am
actually
naturally
high


**this is so very cool. feel free to laugh,
at or with me, no cares, as long as
our laughing is in our mutual language!