Perfectionist, Demanding, Loyal

I see a poet in the eyes of every perfectionist I see one demanding the way 4 poet demands his hands obey, loyal subjg¢cts to a greater good If only 411 of those within arms reach would answer to us like our own fingers... Then, Only think about what we could accomplish...we could write the world over like a welleoiled typewriter Everythinge Greatness. Perfection. These would grow from mere words... But for tonight, Roberto, think of your humble poet as your loyal man, as your very handeee a