A Poet Is A Freeman

A bean-seed oil presents a riddle in its core,
Deeply embedded, requiring strength to explore.
A tight squeeze extracts only a drop so dear,
Yet once liberated, its nature becomes clear.

Uncontainable, it spills across the hand,
Defying efforts to grasp as grains command.
In tight clench, it slips through the idle hold,
The harder the grip, the more it's bold.

Gagging a poet follows a similar thread,
Confine in one place, and elsewhere they'll be led.
In every crevice, their words will ignite,
A blazing passion that shines bright.