As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.
I am at a loss for words
All my body knows is clamour
Slowness and unrelenting unease
There is way too much space
Between each entreating thought
It begins to defy the idea that pause
Invites coherence
This here is not a stream
Swinging off of the banks of mud
At the behest of its old escort gravity
It drips slower and louder than a loose tap
In a monumental cistern
The puddle is ancient
Still it reels
You have done it wrong
If you go gentle
You must not
Go at all
Touching and heart rending