in me the maddness of the universe <br />how do i begin to control <br />the big bang happens everyday <br />rippling upon my soul, <br /> <br />there is lightning in my thought <br />thunder in my sleepless dreams <br />all the glory of the stars <br />on my tide the moon does beam, <br /> <br />in my hand the pen <br />from which the ink so bleeds <br />of wounds healed to scar <br />from wanting more than my needs.<br /><br />richard poor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-poet-2/
