The effects of poetry, as read by other poets

I think of writing poetry
and it's like, a sea
going forth around me
in gentleness, yet tremendous
vast and cold and full of passion
it pushes other poets
away
and a new sea is made
like a planet born in the universe of nothing
a thing that creates dimensions
yet drives away what would cure it's ailing
for all poets are somewhat jealous
though they speak but sparingly
but my heart is full of loneliness
and I seek
somethingwhich I push away with my eloquence