So you all have read
And yourself included,
A collection of these letters,
Strung into words of wisdom,
Strung into lines of fury,
Stanzas of all deluded
Misconstrued and fettered
Letters.

These are nothing.
Words are ink;
Words are nothing,
Until you all,
And yourself included,
Become the reader.

The reader is the poem,
And that is you!
And how do I
Know it to be true?
Well, you see,
I read poems too!

Yes, the reader is the poem,
Which does not speak in words;
Images of images
And even as you read,
And image of an image
Of you conjuring
Mental images –
Is transformed into
A feeling.

And what is your feeling?
And what is your response?
And what have you gained
From the ink upon this page?
Does it make any sense?