(What we all do every time we open our hearts and minds and write.)
Let me weave a spell, impel,
Through the medium of chant, incant,
And directly to your heart, impart,
A seed I wish to plant, extant.
In the innermost inside, reside,
A humming of the unheard word, inferred,
An inference I must resist, desist,
Or the cost will be my word, incurred.
So to unravel that thought, export,
From the inner of my mind, inclined,
I will lay it down in verse, so terse,
And on a page make it enshrined, and signed.