May I write a poem?
Give some insight into my.
Threads and slivers
Picked from palm
Would you uncover the root
Or merely just the stem
Truly derive
From the words my truth
Or skip the surface
Just drink the foam
Blanket clouds hover
Or radials of sun unwind?
Realisation
That each word is devine
Poured forth from my tongue
Dry and deprived
No order is present
Just like I
Chaotic and undetermined
Just have one
Say "oh!" in surmise
Brooks, et grass teems
The birds sing in showing
Their extravagant finds
Brisk bath in the knowing
Yes, I may write a poem
For you or mine own
The feathers have fluttered
But not yet have flown