Today there will be no words.
This poem will proceed to explain the intricacy
Of the web of images that are combined
To create a poem that does not
Actually tell anyone anything at all.
The words that populate the lines that
Combine to make up an uneven and illogical
Stanza will not be words, but rather collections
Of letters that accidentally combine to appear
To make sense.
Why is this happening?
Why indeed. There is no sense.
There is nonsense, and consequently
It is apposite of the random poet
To capture that inexactitude and
Lay it bare in all its vulnerability
To the seeking eye.
So today there will be no words.
Thank you.
© 2ndwitch, 01/04/15
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