what is poetry anymoreis it this? br a parade of wordsblank ants br crawling across the pagein br a series of condensedparagraphs. br br where i can readwith ease br yet wondermentat the dreary br ludicrousnessof the universe br i can marveli can dream br br what does it do it intoxicates br meand stuns me with its sweet words br and leaves me breathless br in a mist of white cold. br br poetryso beautiful br br and so useless br br the more i start to think br br the less i start to understand.