I seek you
I seek the answers
in anemic thwarted attempts
at poesie
I can read the page
and stand in awe
blown away in misty mornings
the billows of light oscillate
thru blades of a fan
words in full inflection
are bullhorned
across the hall
for all to hear
your voice beckons
words vaporizing
like a morning fog
and I find
I must follow
Sounds
Like a poetry reading to me. :D
I have wished I could
I have wished I could vaporize myself at some poetry readings I've done.