this is a poem.
It can be perfectly structured
in iambic pentameter
with perfect rhythm and rhyme,
or completely without a sense of time.
Arbitrarily Personifying objects.
Rich with the beautiful imagery of black words
on a typed page,
like a simile's delicate comparison
or a brave metaphor.
This is a lion.
It can have absolutely no punctuation with lines that run on and on forever or end
Insert an allusion to an old form of literature here
only a University professor would understand.
Commas, pauses, breath,
read it aloud.
This is art.
Give it life.
Take a piece of it, devour it, or spit it out
and trample upon it.
This is a poem.
It does not require you to love it
or loathe it
or be motivated by it.
Only to read it.
You read it, now,
you are changed.