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this is

this is a poem, this construction of
words and letters with a comma, here
and, there and. periods placed in places
finalizing thoughts abstract and
ornate, an adjective beautiful displaying
depressing moods or happy tones or
light hearts heavy hearts speakers dying
living laughing thriving maybe this just
in the prepositional phrase right here this is
it and
this is the middle of the poem the speaker
crescendos louder screaming at you
in your ears and eyes and mouth long run
on sentences and purple words and phrases
filling the spirits and thoughts and making you
strong making you proud making you cry or laugh
sing dance cheer clap close your eyes and ponder and
then it gets softer—
slowing down bringing everything back to the abstract
point being made with concise sentences
and a conjunction but for yet the drama and
the moods and themes and directions of the
words are lost in your mind as you read this
as you hear this screaming in your ears
again I’m yelling I’m yelling I’m yelling
don’t you understand what I’m trying to
say?
this is the end of the poem and i’ll
just end the cryptic language
and say it outright and bold and honest
in a sentence or two with no commas, here
and no conjunctions but just a thought—
all things are free.





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