There’s a poem I want to write br That can’t ever be written br And every time it is in sight br It can’t be seen or smitten br br It’s in an un-existing state br Always brings no reaction br Of nothing to alleviate br No thoughts for making fraction br br The “not poem” that is not here br Can’t exist or have letter br But reads the same always as clear br Yet can’t reread as betterbr br Paul Moosbergbr br