poetry is more than me it's more than words & more than rhyme it's vaster than space & faster than rhythm surfing the waves of time amplifying its frequency with each & every line pointed by symbols (signs?) clung to limestone precipices like vines within concrete crevices whispering screams of defiance against ignorance's yokes, again our arrogance jokes about the insignificance of other folks of the other ones of them, those people, the absentminders relentlessly fettered in golden coats profaning their shine thusly true so that the unnoticed may reflect upon the surface as the caustics of thought refract through the waters of spirit & soul churned out of each & every mind a field of poetics lurking behind the edifice of structure deified as functional perfection manifested but utterly infested with ***** sheets & replete with redundant repugnance filtered by plumbing that dumbs **** down to the basement level deep underground where much is mumbled but little is said aside from the storm a'brewin' overhead.