I came here
As I write these lines
Not as a poet, preacher, prophet
But at random, an explorer
Of language, this first
Invention, I find it very fine
Finer than many of our
New things, I embrace
The lineage of poet-saints
And eat the mystic rhetoric
For breakfast, all to have a
Feast of the mind, a daybreak
Of the soul, that is not
Contrived by economic murmur
The first light, the dispersion
Of the birds makes me feel free
Like the music behind verse
I came here
As I write these lines
As a simple fool & observer
Careful to maintain my silence
In this world of propaganda
Careful to maintain my purity
In these times of great corruption.
Wuji Seshat 
This is definitely your opus, up to now!! Bravo, my friend!!