With swooning eyes, he perceives a new light. Scribed with an intricacy
god-like on a slivers of flesh from feral beasts. Words wrought in flames,
words searing new understanding into his mind. He is reborn, creature of a
feasting poem, a symbiotic poem, a verse that lives from him and he who
lives from the verse. From word to meaningful word, the pen his muse, he
writes, scribbles and burns a script to define the author. The quill and he
one in some quixotic matrimony, he thrives steering through a rhyme, a
chariot of gold, comfortably turning on a letter and stopping not at the
period. He pours and empties his whole and beautiful mind, body and self
through form of ink to the page. Each curve, line and dot of the “i”
displayed representing a force of serenity only to be conceived and borne
upon his hand. Surging in his nerves and veins pieces of magnificence
awaiting their sole purpose: to be written
Thus the poem is written, and now is the time for its reading. Aloud in
front of the people he respects, those whom he trusts. He reads. And when
all is finished, they do not applaud, they sit as oblivious statues, glaring
a compassionless leer, collective eyes of critical audience. He wonders if
they’ve even heard him speak. He descends the podium and joins the crowd.
Harsh and unwarranted criticism of a naïve assembly belittles him. Perhaps
they missed the carefully chosen words, the delicately selected significance
of each and every sound.
They just didn’t understand, and he was at a loss. Forced rhymes? Repetitive
sounds? Too long? Too short? What did they mean? Had they ever witnessed
perfections successor? This was the end, the end of his career. A talent
wasted on the unopened minds of the peers objectionable. His poems, before
were acceptable, but the recent was to mark him, ruin him and no one would
ever care to appreciate what next he wrote. He wasn’t to ever breathe life,
see a new light, or write again. He surging through his life, his death
awaiting the resurrection of his purpose failed, and he fell a miserable
fall into his grave.

 
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