stemantics

there is no place within a process
unfolding without any stop
there're strange and unknown forces
pushing something to a top

a top unreachable for senses
as meaning changes it to holes
of traveled biases and chances
spanning between shifting poles

and evolution dashes meaning
as long as we depend on time
I declares by intervening
there is sense in words that rhyme

but anyhow we felt unwritten
feeling ambivalently free
to compound aspects kept hidden
in aways that know one's ease

what disagrees against felt fiction
surprisingly it works somehow
intuition forms a strange prediction
in a world that you spell out

I see there is a stranger pattern
underlying damaged rules
meaning is what always matters
beyond the latent thinking tools