a Poet?!

I don’t know if I will ever
BE the poet…but I know that I can
BE the poem…I know that I can
Be that noun…standing proud in the
Midst of an alliteration I can be that
Redundant letter that repeats itself positively…
Powerfully progressively adding onto itself
As the momentum of the subject builds….
I KNOW that I can be the third eye
That dots the I on the inspiration of the
Master’s piece that causes a transformation…
I know that I can GRACEFULLY cross the tee
Of transmigration as past lives are lost and
The soul is reborn through the purification of
Poetry….I don’t know if I will ever
BE the poet…for she may be… lost in an
Elipses, somewhere hiding in a dot dot dot…
Peering from behind the silhouette
Of the poem provided…no…I don’t know
If I will ever BE the poet…but I know that I can
BE the poem…I can BE the ink…liquefied me
Spilling forth upon parchment…saturating
In the form of bleeding stanzas… I can
Make beautiful love to your mind and
Play masterfully orchestrated melodies that
Dance across your eardrums like prima ballerinas….
I can paint beautiful pictures that become
Animated movies upon the
Cinematic screen of your mentals….
Macabre horror, romantic rendezvous, and
Pornography too… there’s no limit to
What liquefied me can do… I don’t know
If I will ever BE the poet…but I know that I can
BE the poem… I can be the tree that
Nooses hung from… I can be the white of the parchment…
The black of my ink….
I can be whatever I tell my ink I want to be…
I can be in control Of my destiny…
I can erase the stains
Of my history…I can rewrite the past…
I can control the future…I may never be the poet…
But from now…
until the day I breathe my last breath…
Until the day my pen drops from my fingers…
Until the last word is formed in my cerebral cortex….
I will now and forever…
be
the
poem.