deep

this poem doesn't mean anything really now, this poem doesn't mean anything

you can delve past the surface kick past the currents of stanzas and line breaks, the arbitrary schools of diction but you will find nothing as this poem doesn't mean anything

you can carve past my exterior reach into my reserves and seek the heart that once used to be mine but you will find nothing because this poem doesn't mean anything

you will, however, be drenched you will be dirtied. you will lose your glasses in the sea. you will cut yourself in the mineshaft of my soul still, you will not find anything not in my words, nor in the oceans and caves as this poem means nothing