Metric Scissors In the Storm---My Passion

My Passion- - - - - - Poetry... of in on all I know to be metric units flowing smooth solid liquid breathing seeing uniting divided by everything multiplied infinitely progressive impressive digression aggressive damned and doomed hard to read hard to live poetry... known to grow shown the need the seeds to sow a reach a stretch an eek a reeking peek at those who seek to spread their wings or shed the things that keep them weak... or possibly a teeny wink of a peek of the week from a meek geek who thinks he or she's work week stinks whatever the lesson or message of expression if truth if raw feeling is stacked to the ceiling in the poetry their dealing well.... then and purely then only then poet trees real awe-inspiring gravity defying pinky swear no lying poetry exists poets live there forever!