when i wrote a poem explaining everything

do you really think
i do not know
who i am?

i am the poet!
given quick birth
from the mind's sky -

deaf to light
and blind to sound, &

after me,
the earth will fill
with the tears of the wordless
and their cries will flood
our clandestine
comprehension,

and we will drown.

yes, oh holy serpentine
doubters,
you who give me shape
with no body,
face with no features,
mouth with no tongue,

how sharp you are, crystal mind usurpers.

oh, pity me.


and now i have to go bullshit my hamlet lit review.