start and vaguely end.
Words, which make
you think beyond words.
to the often inferred.
Form, that dares
the craftsman than you.
Emotion, dispensed freely
like idle Tuesday afternoons.
I hate poems;
they run in circles
Defining gravity yet
defying the very sense.
Intensely hidden gist,
sugar and pepper coated.
Killing punctuation that
uncovers necessity in stages.
I hate poems;
I will create more. #
photo credit: toothgap
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