Explanation

Fallen not forgotten,

     I write of literally

          figurative terms. 

 

     Choice decides for itself. 

          I cannot decide myself, 

     thus the choice that

chose me has failed,

and I will forever remember. 

 

Lose my diminutive errors. 

 

I have truly lost the right

to bare my sole purpose of writing. 

 

In all the compound structures

of words I fortify my reasoning with...

 

dear audience...

 

please hold me to present

and exhibit not only my genuine aspects

     but also those underlying truths

          that flow in the sewers of time. 

 

          Exposure only leads me down

     the path to hermitage

and I would thoroughly enjoy burying

myself as the toad decides when

     the temperature drops. 

 

Discovery, however, has excavated

my grave, and though I rose from it reluctantly,

I now severely enjoy savoring the taste of publicity.