POET ?

POET ?

I smoke in the ashes
Of my own myth

Follow the voices in my
Head that say “Record these
Moments”

Become another soothsayer
Of another century, another
Shadow treading light

There are thousands
Like me

Thousands searching
Everyday

Perhaps for God
Perhaps for themselves

Perhaps for no one

For they live and re-live
Words, language

Alone

And call themselves

Poets