Tip Ic

[cacian]

In will I free
I fall I track
descent is backed
I climb the slack
trepid is bend,
the trick is punned
rigid it feels
I stead
it's up
tipping the traps
cordless it straps
nothing is lapsed,
heightened is reached,
I sail in breach
free will intrigues
something has bold
written in synch,
I speed wave links
stopping is plunged
rulers clueless!
tip of the berg
crashless it stands
against my will
I free for all.

[Catamite]

I think I get the general sense of this, but it is rather closed off. Still I enjoyed the rhythm of it, but couldn't get else out of it.

[cacian]

I think I get the general sense of this, but it is rather closed off. Still I enjoyed the rhythm of it, but couldn't get else out of it.

Catamite I thank you for reading.
I am glad you enjoyed the rhythm.:)

[Lokasenna]

It's not so much a stream of conciousness, as a blast of it! This is definitely performance poetry - I found it helped to speak it aloud.

Like Catamite, I didn't really understand it... but I think that's supposed to be the point..?

[cacian]

Lokasenna that is the point even I cannot quite for sure demonstrate what I mean.
Thanks for reading.:)