a so called poet

i'm a fake or a fraud i've mastered no forms but my own 2m i've hardly cracked the ode less travelled in the palm of your hand finis one by mary oliver read poetry like a professor y because were shorter ry laziness of the poet that until the saddle cracks in the sun that until the horse collapses into dust know crystalline technical mastery when i 2 but as for me i don't perform the requisite maths or demonstrate my proofs no logic tables or syntactical calculations