To Poetry

What kind of strange beast are you really,
Poetry?
Part song, part lyric,
Some creature serving as vehicle between worlds

So that
The purported disease of language
Can be elevated, celebrated and used appropriately
To get into the problem properly,
Adequately yet mysteriously describe
The most abstract, yes, sometimes
The most marginalised or despised
Thoughts and impressions of 
Being alive for this ride.

You honour us with your presence.
We honour you with pens, paper, and time.

With Love,
Your Scribes.

Ps: write back soon!