oh no ~ you’re not clever
these are not clever words of yours
showing off words show you up
the mountebank’s magic potion
for
these words are not yours
they have been on other tongues
down the ages
that have said things
that you could never imagine
no
the laying of these words is a borrowing
artificial intelligence before it was re-invented
all and every thing (translate ‘thing’)
was integrated into the tegument of your thoughts
from just being here there and everywhere
no
you are not clever
so don’t think your last poem
this poem
is the epitome of your cleverness
for we can see through you
even if we cannot see through ourselves
for
the mind is a bingo machine of words
bald words that carry the weight of a full house
if only one could tick-off all of the boxes
on the tombola of this blank page
which of course is an insatiable white hole
although the clown just falls apart
we remember his smile
long after the master of ceremonies
has hung up his top hat
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