I am but the silhouette of your humble fan

It takes an eccentric finger tip  
To hone the articulate stylings that have become your craft  
A unique diction air brushed across parchment that at a time resembled vacant life  
There is a structure that has cultivated  
Magnified  
Into an essence of it's own vivacity  
In this 'underground society' bearing inquisitive options and proficiency,  
I've observed true art calloused by pendulum age  
 
Though I as well have grown from the everlasting throes of time  
Found the silence embracing of my true nature  
Anonymously, I acknowledge your passion  
As every genuine ounce of blood is shed as ink  
And the windows to your soul are exposed for all to openly gander  
For I am the entity of admiration from afar  
The silhouette of a woman who's become enamored  
A follower to all of those who have peaked my curiosity  
 
Just as drunk as any other appreciater of fine chardonnay wine  
Intoxicated by the flaws of ambiguous poets  
Whose self expressions have influenced an unfettered release  
Of a personal quarantine I had collapsed in  
And though my appreciation remains (otherwise) so vaguely shown,  
There is few a day I neglect the updates that found my fancy  
The updates of artists I have admired in the shadows  
I dedicate this muse to you, all of you  
For I had lost my hand in shadows  
And found an inspiration within your diversified stanzas