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.
Here I am
Am I clear?
Heard the cool got fire
Took a class
In glass-blowing
How queer?
Here I am
Am I weird?
Got a lecture on rapture
Joy in content-ion
Why fear?