Potent

I underestimated the importance of a silver arrow slicing through my body

Your silver arrow slicing

Your slicing that felt like death because it made me think I was alive again

The previous time I believed the tincture of your poetry was concentrated upon the subject of my own poetry, small doses that mixed into a powerful story

But the truth was your potency was beyond my ability

And I fell in disrepair

I’m the Out of order poet, with no one to fix it

Potent; understand how deep it goes