What ended up words,
Scribble on the page,
Needing translation,
Interpretation,
Began life as seed,
Germ
Which wormed its way,
From some formless thing,
Into a shouting raving being
Demanding life,
And so,
The poet,
Acquiesced,
Driven by demands for freedom,
Of the soul of the word,
And the soul of the poet,
Which just might be the same thing...
Donovan Baldwin
Another brilliant expression of your soul. Pure Donovan.