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Words Aren't Cubes

Posted to Action Poetry

What's it going to be then, eh?
Words spewing forth oral sludge
the listener
to incorrectly judge

My thoughts are sickly
Can words be heard
as objects seen?
Yet out comes
the absurd
the unseen

I am condemned
to taciturn days
To expose my dreams
with pen in hand
Allow me, O Ink!,
proliferate my rays