Acknowledgement
or, Sine Qua Non
Like an acknowledgement quite written while its work is still but — gleam
this from the hip opinion might be called lazy, selfish, worse
— by idiots alone. Notwithstanding how it seem
I know well to whom I owe my thankfulness for any skill at verse.
There is the subject, & the object, & there is also the — objective
There are those who help revision, help me focus, & refine
But there would be — well, nothing, save my own muted perspective
If I hadn’t grown within the wit with which I choose combine
O thou from my birth attendant, O ability discoveréd, Divine!
O friendship ever present, O Joy immeasurable on finding,
O that which moves within me, to whose mine own thoughts incline
O Spirit I must & always thank you, & should never need reminding:
My go to illustration of philosophical supervenience
Is any other thing soever to my mind,
&… my own
GENIUS.
