She simply breathes to gain a certain perspective
Placed fingers nestled by her frozen throat – worryingly remote to the cause of a poetry reader’s meticulous lifetime right now
And tends to taking to measure the audience’s absolute width – shockingly gargantuan
She’s been feeling all kinds of manic
Beside, all over herself, in fact
To stand, to read, to finally delve as they so slowly begged for her to do immediately from the fair spectacular beginning
This stage has been specially set for just her, so she does figure to know
Keep An Eye Upon Your Time, Oh So Precious Poet Of Ours!
And let this particular world be your rather jovial oyster for a mere moment as such – lean on in and touch the tantalised surface again