The Poem Does Not Belong To Me Poem by Jupiter Rose

the poem does
not belong to me
(I am distraught)
a constipated
sentence
fill this void a

virgin page
a coveted
space of
impotence

even if I foretell
the poem
it is not mine
it resides
as an infant
of words

in the world of
crossings of
in between

perhaps if I'm
worthy
I will be chosen
and hear
the music
it is over
yonder

a cadence
of thoughts
reposing unborn
souls

in serpentine waves
of dream
stained colour

Im rendered
bare
defeated
and will
admit:

the creativity
I seek
is sadly
just
a subterfuge

to loiter by
the entrance

of that
cosmic world