An Ode To Poetry

My utterance led me nowhere I am a mere repetition, elsewhere! I am alone for ages, and lost for a far longer time In lieu of loneliness, service picks and chooses, musings chime. No other verbs are humming enough, such a prolific croon! A cold sensation will chill me in nowhere land, with a wiser, tangible boon! I beseech you, o farther sky! In rotation in your own axis, like a spinning ball A rhyme will calm you down in reasons, a needed entropy, to be an early gall. *** A pilot effort in Cost-effective-washing machines.