A pote must manifest magnetism

That draws in all who read

His timeless words of angst & joy,

Including his unwritten screed.

Thus it helps to mildly electrify

All his readers now and then

With the marvels of his eloquence

And adroitness of his pen!

Alas! Poor Sevrin’s words of prose

Hit the ‘third rail’ of the now-and-then,

So his bloody corpus had to be dragged

Off the creative tracks to begin again!

Yet, still and all, and caloo-callay,

Sev remains unsurpassingly true

to his muse and her formulaic charms,

tho’ she seems vanished in the blue!

But stay, old friend, I have a plan

To recharge your Leyden currents,

Just stick your finger in an AC socket

And experience a Great Convergence!

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Postscript: Sev is recovering nicely (from his electrifying experience at the State Institution for the Poetically Inane), he’s back to regale us once again, for his creative currents are now alternating nicely, and he’s once more the same old friend!