« Reality Isn't a Cliché »

1.
I know the mind-space that yields a po:em*.
This isn’t it!
In this line of words I am nothing but a hired mind-hand
Sharing my verbal crop with the echoes of my conditioning.
No flow in this field of swaying corn,
Just ossified corn syrup.
2.
But here’s flow for you:
Crystal clear, huh?!
3.
It is!
Reality isn't a cliche that repeats itself.
Except when it does
Which is every moment!


*po:em - pattern interruption poem (i.e. not a poem)