These poems

I am a loner of light
I make stories that hide me
in another person’s story
and can be unlocked with their tongues.

I survive within myself
like words coined from first
from before,
from the very start of life.
If they write about me it will be like unscrambled letters trying to spell themselves in someone’s poem. I will be embraced like the becoming of water, the first time you see darkness. Whatever parchments I make, I will be on the pylon too. This is a saying marked as a mural, it is a hieroglyph that has lived before, it has the same markings as that of the star in the skies, and it bears my name. Man!

Ruddapoet