This was poetry.
But like, if it was supposedly defined as anything else; ‘some thoughts I found to have just appeared in my head’; ‘some random words lying out on the floor’ ; ‘a dream of something non-existent’ — I would still be like “Who the fuck wrote this? These aren’t just words.”
I.e, what you have created here is deceptively simple. It is not however insignificant: it is large in the most inexplicable ways because there is simply no way to communicate it’s scope/strength — from the outside it doesn’t appear to contain any — without getting someone to just read the fukin’ thing…and feel it.