Poet, Listen

My poet readers hear me
I know about poetry aversion
You might fear the reading
Brings a type of mimicry perversion  

I want to paint in word inking
A dimensional poet universe
Where you will never get lost
In forests of the world's poetic verse

Not overtaken by their thready lines
The roots of thought spilling from the pages
Churning up the soil of your mind
Enriching with their own creative stages

Your unique poetic perspective
Like a point of light in dark, cloudless skies
A unique coordinate reflective
That poetry immersion can't disguise

The stand of their thought life turning
In poetic leaf to your open eyes
Can never replace your life learning
Or rob you of your literary prize