Poles Apart

Thinking is a cloak

            not words

                        This guy

                                    four tabs

                        in a pub

            said

This is a start

            I don't wanna start

                        but have to

Can you break a pencil

            with your little

                        finger?

            English has precision

Others are inadequate

            take Polish

                        be true

            For peasants

                        its good

Beyond that is

                        cloakingness

            Preposterous conceptions

                        barely able

            to communicate

                        an inkling

            Truth watered

                        Anything

            poetic like ice

                        Melting

            Significance

                        anastrophed

Marginally cornered

            of dusty

                        irrelevance

            A dim opacity

                        (forget the pencil)

            Such thoughts

                        crushed

            into words