Completely Improvised.

Curiously different, A type of orchestrated Fantasy, When we read Poetry Do we also come to meet And know, The Poet's personality? Who and what they are, Are they sincere, original And truly invested? Or are they just following A certain motivation, Called inspiration? Hard to tell For each Poet Has a seal of fascination, All their own Where They, Themselves, Do encounter Mysteries of many kinds Not always having, Easy navigation, Nor quite coherent, Explanation And maybe that is Part of the secret Attraction, that Poetry Has, helping it traverse So many centuries, Vibrantly alive And full of this Inexplicable magic, Called, inspiration That really makes it Survive.