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.

 

That’s when they bloom

That’s how they bloom

That’s when they ratify their colours

Not a moment too soon

That’s when they amplify it all

Sure some take their time

Some even gallivant impulsive

But by and large that’s how they bloom