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