As You Write Poem by Altair Laahad

When the universe flows out of your heart
in hyperbolic resonance heard by the few
circles sharing your esoteric intersection,
they laugh and weep to your mirth and sorrow
while the onomatopoeia whispering or shrieking
in a landscape of rocks, rainbows, rain and roots
stirring the mud below;
There, you hold your pen, mindless of thoughts
with sweat droplets anointing your skin and soul
and the heart pulse singing the blissful gift
and your mind watching from above the hill,
your pen is rambling around
in a hieroglyphic dance without counting
the beats or syllables, fearless of the law,
with no road patrol to fine you for your anacoluthon,
for excess of imagery, or for an extra beat;
while you transgress the law of poetical omerta;
You take a break of the universe
And like the disoriented swinging wolf,
you are chewing red bits of your heart,
and soaring in poetic ecstasy.