Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. The natural process of cause and effect it effected. Like me the poet, writes a poem, caused a reactituning, but not turning into a chain reaction mixed with chemicals having a chemical reaction to my actions of my poem. My metaphors are literal of speech. It's an easy imaginable scene like it is, I'll tell it like it is. There is no comparison from my explicit to your implicit, with one substituting the other or another. Perspective took a turn to sudden death with a dramatic shift, and now we are talking figuratively?
My effect it takes to readers is traced instantaneously reversed of the reader's understanding. My preceding lines should be taken literally literal. I trust that you are sustained and can refrain to cause another reaction. These metaphors, that's your unbearable reality.
These poems are a mad affair. Created. Crafted. Not by Sears. They crafted by the superior craftsman. This creation you read is the creation of self, an artifact, me, the he, the you, the I. The one that puts the verse forms in motion.
My machine of words caused effect to produce emotions to perform some work. This machine does what it's designed to perform. And whatever that pattern is, whatever is what it is. It is whatever I say it is. Because this machine holds no punches or no kisses and wears it's hearts like the King or Queen of hearts united. It passes to whoever it's meant to have received it. The work done is the effect what produces the reader's judgment. As a reader is like an analyzer. Like analyzer to a reader, that's reading my poems. My poems akin to a mechanic taking apart a machine in order to figure out how it operates. Just call back that I was the engineer that designs the machine. Like God to his children.
Then let's do ourselves, yourselves a favor, instead of analyzing my flavor, analyze your own and add some flavor. Because a reader to poet is a poet to a proofreader. A viscous cycle that goes round and cycle with the looks of a merry go round.
