Ode To Poets

 If life is illusion

May as well make it grandiose

Suppose you could create a labyrinth

In serendipitously lassoing

A chain linking of your artistic creations

Realized to life in high style

Made for adventurers to dream travel

A playground articulated in detail of fine craftsmanship

Where the words you write

Learn to breath

Learn to see

Put your quarter here

Create a world for me

Peer into the looking glass

Get lost in the atmosphere

That can only be sculpted from the arches of unique signature

Look at the city you have created with your verse

An Atlantis where beautiful people from around the world have entered in to taste of your exotic fruit

Continue to burn fast and hot

I  would volunteer the blood from a fresh cut to keep the quill flowing

Put another quarter in

Hold my breath

Awaiting the next sinister twist

In the town that you forged into stone from mist

I salute you

As

I let myself sink in deeper