Ark of Bulrushes

Nobody knows the difficult life of a poet. Undercover Aiyeko-ooto exhumes bodies of departed bards. The sum in quote: I've built you a vessel of papyrus stalk; rendered fit To float to the other side where you'll reign Weaved covered and flagged; to be discovered by royals Only if you'll cry for loving attention and care Greatness deferred to the other side? AiyeKo-ooto distills 50 poems joys cries and anxieties dripping off; quill of writers. Who must sing like musician paint as artist and think like a philosopher to be recognized in trade. Poets live 5 lives: First- Intrigues like yesterday form a starting point; which do not last. Second -searching for lost muses they just keep disappearing on you why? Third -chasing beautiful myth if I can write just a great poem all will be well. Fourth - believing the winds that blow -love ones flatter; no matter what publishers don't. Last -in the Ark cry for attention -before you reach river bottom where no one can save you.