POEM: Free Verse

You are trying
Too figure out
Perhaps even singularly a verse
Paying sum game
Never getting
A head
Dis integrating
As a metaphysical meting
Of meter and anti-meter
Unmoved
Object
And unstoppable
With unending meanings
Crying
Help
Lessly under stand
In during a sublime accost
The prize of free verse
Only getting what
You pay for

This poem is about the difficulty inherent in understanding most .  There is little doubt that most of my is — sit down for this one — difficult too under-stand.  My niche of , word plays, mixing, and parallel, interweaving narratives in tension, calls for the exertion of effort to unlock its treasures.  That good things require effort is a paramount of exceeded only greatly by the of , that and its goodness are even available to us at .  Poets learn both of these laws well under the tutelage of muses of most any sort.  You get what you pay for.  But don’t look too deep or you may very well get way more than you bargained for!

May you plumb the depths and scale the heights of artists looming a bout, and may you find more than mere scraps…

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