Introduction Page

This poem bleeds into lines of blue, lines that seep through this binded window, lines that cover lines that cover lines, that reach you. Reason was never intended to be found, as words collide into words collide into sound. On the next page, tales That cats crawl, mice meddle, and sisters shrug are to be found. You’ll find loud letters resonating through each other in a song of syllables, and dedicated dance. But not this poem. This poem has no agenda, but to make a home for those lonely vowels blistered with ink and consonants too dirty to make the front page. After this, forget you ever saw these misplaced words and continue on to page two.