Syllables flowing like translucent water;
Line follows phrase follows word follows letter.
Ink moves along like a dance 'cross the page;
Perfect: a poet, an artist, a sage.
Until I will come to a word I can't rhyme,
And I lift my hand weary; mo-
-mentum is gone, and my thoughts
spiral down to a
misanthropic
travesty -
useless
Wreck.