A poem is not the crowd of words br But the expression of the scattered Ineffable. br It is the overwhelming of a truth br Amidst the ruins of fact and fable. br br It is the gathering of senses br For the cognition of the essential. br A dissolving of individual essences br For the conception of the singular. br br It is the gravity of emotions, br A flow of repentance. br Of warm tears from the eyes sore, br A poem is nothing but a downpour.