The Enigma of Expression · 2:17am Nov 15th, 2014
A spinning verse,
Long or terse,
Every thought is carefully drafted
Every word as thoughtfully crafted,
Every rhyme considered and the best at last is chosen,
Each change in the meter to reflect just how one knows them,
By that of course the words, but too the phrases they construct,
Make the meaning just too foggy, one can construe, obstruct
A million underlying meanings, if it means anything at all
For if it can mean anything, none are really in the sprawl.