does it have to make sense, br the words on my mind, br inside their a whirlwind of thought br and when their down, they slowly ease out br out to the surface, everyone sees them br standing there bare and naked on the cold paper or pixels br br stranded in the pages of a book br or marooned on the deserted barren poet's wall br a place no one can ever breach br br but no, it's not suppose to... br br br unfinished.....