A POET'S NOTEBOOK

Unlettered in prophetic
breaks
in being centered
with no apologies
except to my Muse
placing my pen
ordered as ink dreams
from implicit signals
to paraphrase
fragmented words
on a conveyed mural
in a log of floating
body language
lands in focus
of a manicured destiny
informing us of an angst
of a buried unconscious
on the lid of a poem.