You’re a world-famous trance inducer. That’s it.  
 
I like it.  
Clymnestra’s seen things in Europe. European things. Sophisticated things. Things of the world. And things beyond. Beyond beyond.  
 
Thing is, tho, I got this idea for a Henry IV one-pager. Understand, I need time to develop it.  
 
Come into my poem, and we’ll make the time. We’ll get a plagiarist from a little ivy, spin your look doggy hip, inject you with gender theory, you’ll be composing down on your knees, fizzy.  
 
It’s all happening in Henry’s head?  
So we need just one poet! You, you trance inducer ... Am I crazy?  
No. That surely clears up free verse for me.