On becoming.. 'The Poem' I am writing about THIS MOMENT now. When we read this writing of THIS MOMENT then THIS MOMENT will have passed.But.. a silent cage, built of drawings of sound, will store THIS MOMENT for Ever (as a part of itself).This silent cage is a vehicle. A portal. A dioramic world..A transduction valve. A telesmic image. A checkpoint..'Tis liken to a well. A crystal ball. A dream..We forget where we are and fall asleep (or rather, forget to remember who we are) – but.. not completely.Adjective mOrPhS into Injunction - as we.. shapeshift.Thus art thine became, 'The Poem'.A living spell (a naunce of.. The Word).

I am writing about THIS MOMENT now. When we read this writing of THIS MOMENT then THIS MOMENT will have passed.

But.. a silent cage, built of drawings of sound, will store THIS MOMENT for Ever (as a part of itself).

This silent cage is a vehicle. A portal. A dioramic world..

A transduction valve. A telesmic image. A checkpoint..

'Tis liken to a well. A crystal ball. A dream..

We forget where we are and fall asleep (or rather, forget to remember who we are) – but.. not completely.

Adjective mOrPhS into Injunction - as we.. shapeshift.

Thus art thine became, 'The Poem'.

A living spell (a naunce of.. The Word).