this poem is an extinct volcano
once
it exploded with lava-power
now it does not want to
it is tired
it sits still
wanting nothing really
just kind of there
excitement is over
looks 'cool' at least -
can there be
a think tank for human beings in general
subjective truths seem boring
i am scared
words are inadequate
this poem only references things
it is not the thing itself
is anything itself
ever
this poem is a bee
i found in the microwave
and threw away -
decisions will be made after reading this poem
you will not just keep reading it
you will have to do something else
i will try to tell you something
i am actually doing
hmmmmmm