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empty strangeness
like a serpent in the desert
this stream of words evolves a trace
framed by a structuralising hazard
suggesting the world's mocking ways
I cannot recognize the patterns
making sense out of the black
onto the whiteness of what matters
screaming against torn walls of lacks
stained by signs and spelled out letters
I got lost on one way tracks
like a serpent in the water
this stream of words is causing waves
crossing and forming unknown borders
but I cannot leave the writing cave
and what I cannot grasp stays empty
lost in some way and hardly there
though this strangeness may be rich with plenty
experienceable blinks of glare
hidden within an archaic frenzy
I cannot leave the one despair
the gap between some I and self and me
always separated in being just aware
this stream of words evolves a trace
framed by a structuralising hazard
suggesting the world's mocking ways
I cannot recognize the patterns
making sense out of the black
onto the whiteness of what matters
screaming against torn walls of lacks
stained by signs and spelled out letters
I got lost on one way tracks
like a serpent in the water
this stream of words is causing waves
crossing and forming unknown borders
but I cannot leave the writing cave
and what I cannot grasp stays empty
lost in some way and hardly there
though this strangeness may be rich with plenty
experienceable blinks of glare
hidden within an archaic frenzy
I cannot leave the one despair
the gap between some I and self and me
always separated in being just aware
Published 8th Jun 2017
| Edited 11th Jun 2017
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Anonymous
10th Jun 2017 2:32pm
First of all I don't consider this a poem, I'd say it's more of a meditation, but then isn't that what poetry is! Poetry is really is one of the oddest forms of writing. This is probably why most people shy from it. No one can truly enter, and usually no one wants to. In short, the piece is cryptic and oddly satisfying. The poem is so horrible that I will likely return to it for sustenance.
That's the oddest comment resp. compliment I ever received :) Thanks a lot!
10th Jun 2017 10:09pm
I must say I dissagree with JnMlngr , I think this is exactly what poetry is! Free form is the biggest and most attractive to all types of writers of poetry I would probably say, because it doesnt take rules, just passion. I love this poem, so thanks dude.
11th Jun 2017 6:50am
