In The Silence

As of late, I have taken an interest in the architecture of prose, especially in poetic verse. When I began dabbling with poetry, I wrote purely from imagination, as many typical poems I read do. Unfortunately, it seems that many modern ones posted, frivolously or otherwise, stop at the stream of consciousness' end, being loosely formed, unrefined, and honestly, quite odd.

A lot are incomprehensible based on their confusing presentation.

To be frank, hailing cryptic poetry as groundbreaking for the sole purpose of it being difficult to understand does not make the lords of literature rumble the skies with thunder.