it is yours

what if i have not created this poem?

what if you, dear reader, are the creator 

imagining this poem within the iridescent figments of your mind?

yóú are composing the metaphors the rhythm and the rhyme

it is actually you through whose spit these words slice

i am not standing here writing this poem

if you see someone other than you writing this poem

then well done to your runaway imagination!

these syllables breaking open in your eyes

are the lights in your synaptic genius

it is not i who have written this poem

your neurolinguisticality

is helixing this poem together

making you smile that smile that only a poem can make you smile

stand up and be counted as the one

who have thought out this piece of poem

fuck do not blame me for this poem

it is yours

take responsibility for it

as soon as you have owned up to it

take it in both your hands and run with it

take it in your mouth and shout with it!