So She Began To Write In Poetry

So She Began To Write In Poetry 
 This Same Sequestered Line 
 It Comes From Deep Inside 
 This Same Sad Metric Rhyme 
 Always Orchestrated  Mind
 Sometimes It Feels So Childlike
 But Then It Feels So Good 
 To Release These Green Vines 
 And Cast Them Within Papyrus Time 
 This Same Speed 
 Some Gift Unknown