My poem travels through time
Its meaning is a math equation
Its contour is a painting
My poem has a journey
It speaks its voice heard
Through epitaph of reason
My poem is a scroll
It has many ordained laws
Its voice is a religious sound
My poem is a manmade river
It shares common ground
Its system relies on wording
My poem is a eulogy of thought
Its passage has character
Whose pretense relies on actors?
My poem is overwhelming
Too much to represent
All within time
My poem is heaven sent