Here, yes yours to use. Keep begin, even if once begun, again and many times. As much as it takes, fight or don’t, find, strive, make do if you wish, survive, but don’t ask, not any more. You’re answered, always have been. Blatant in the past with no malice meant, while being written not read. That’s right there’s no one way, right and wrong not or. It’s yours to use, choose or seek.
wanting a command, exactement comme moi all her own. to scribe. in “a style with strength”
exactement comme moi exactly like me
where the ideas percolate for the precise gestation period and the birth-born poems a-coming without and within silent no belabored pain, making the child appear as if it was only waiting already, on its own good time. for saying thank you for your patient waiting and who is really in command?
when the overwhelming light orders “write” I am gone from yesterday and the safe of picayune does that sound like I am in command?
you wish to command?
join the navy, the army, become a paratrooper, command in poetry is illusory, for it comes from the bell tower rage of madness of what my ancestors planted and bequeathed genetically, and I have wasted the better half of a century appealing for relief and making it clear who commands and who is the “poetoftheway” slave
rejoindre la marine, l'armée, devenir un parachutiste, commande en poésie est illusoire, car il vient du clocher de la rage de la folie de ce que mes ancêtres ont planté et légué génétiquement, et j'ai gaspillé la meilleure moitié d'un siècle attrayant pour soulagement et en précisant qui commande et qui est le “Poetoftheway" esclave