These words are a script
You can study them
And repeat them verbatim
As this poem is written

But are these words simply that?
Phonetically intact
Safe, safe, so very safe
Memorised, for their pleasure

Then recognise your artist inside
Trapped behind structure and rules
You write exact, clear and concise
But those who memorise the words are fools

My script is packaged for you to discover
An algorithm decoded by mind and wonder
As are all the words, which have graced our planet
Culture from another place, or time, another dimension