This is not a poem.
Only an explanation.
A title meaning little in the end.
But has definition
That means something
And really means it.
Forth is a path worth it.
Capture is the objective.
Unexpected is the force.
Time is fabricated but not wasted.
Webs stretched and elongated,
But oriented toward continuation.
Creation and destruction?
That is what this is.
Stagnant, pointless, roundabout.
What is it?
Sense? It can’t make that.
What is that anyway?
Sight? Sound? Touch? Smell? Taste?
Alterior motive, does that apply?
Chemicals? Balance? Vibration? Interpretation?
Spin and span, the wheel goes rampant.
Creation and advancement…
Power is the driver and the defense.
Subsidiaries are sensability and the independent clump.
Creation fights for process and originality,
While preservation stands for dominance and sustenance.
The next move is precipitated
By the force that guides
To the next line. Stopping. Beginning.
Was said before.
Drawing finds galvanization,