When "Inspired", he pinned
  His "Poems" to the poetry
    "Site".
Taking  "Much" pleasure,
   when unknown readers
     gave a "Like".
The "Vision" came,
      to him one "Night".
Telling him he,
      Would "Live" till
          He got it "Right".
He, "Still" had the
     " Need" but
          kept it "Lite".
The " Years" went by
    the "Body" experienced
       much "Blight".
Now, desperate he
  "Realized" his
       "Plight".
He was "Cursed"
     when he picked
        up a "Pen"
         and, "Started" to
               "Write".

Well wishes, to all who
   survived, another trip
     around the Sun.
Hope it was filled
    with, health, wealth  
        happiness, and fun!
And it continues, for You,
      and "Yours" in the
          "New One
              Just "Begun".

a drop of ink on parchment
lines spreading black on white
so the soul in flesh apartment
spreads its rays in black of night

We knit idyllic hopeful schemes
and fashion them as garments made from dreams