A Poet's Mind Poem by Eric Bult

Research now apparently proclaims,
As oft it does without veracity,
That poets lose their minds, but I disdain
To contemplate such scurrilous mendacity.
This poet's choice of words must satisfy
A range of strict demands, I do aver.
A sonnet is a poem a priori,
Conceived withal within a mind that's clear.
Should this mind then be warped to conceive
The poems that have issued from within
Perhaps it is too late now to retrieve
Its former balance and its poise sanguine.

My chosen words do nonetheless produce
The rhyming sanity I now adduce.