Demonic Words (unfinished old poem that feels good as it is)

[tun]

Everything I need to know is constantly being discovered. There is nothing I truly need to know, I spend life through embellishment. Embellishing.

I don't talk about poetry. I am poetry. Good or bad isn't a problem. The audience, if there is any, they are poetry.

Look your reply seems infantile to me - Strawmen and fancies. It seems infantile to me because you keep doing the same thing - 'I am empty, I am full. Nothing is everything. Up is down.' These are platitudes. Why do you keep telling me about you, in these platitudes?