Did you catch that? It moves so fast across the screen that you can't even see it. Almost as if it was never even there. Like I purposefully didn't write anything. Why are you looking for secrets here when I don't have the answers, and poetry is just a sad story writer who thinks that sometimes words should be a disguise, hiding things that are too much - beauty, pain, wisdom - for prose? Why did you think that because this is a poem, and maybe you've read my other poems, and maybe you thought the title was alluring, that I would offer you anything even remotely brand new?
Did you see that blankness? It was the cold hard truth, it was the hurt the emptiness, the pain. And now, because I've used a lot of sad words for no obvious reason, you will spend the rest of this poem (and maybe a few moments longer) wondering what I meant and how this is beautiful.