This poem doesn't come from a deep place. It is not a temperature reading or the gauge itself peering inside me or even you.
This poem does not translate one dimension for another. It does not take anyone anywhere.
This poem is not something wrought out of a series of traumas. It was not born of abuse or released by sorrow. It took no courage to write.
This poem does not even provide a mask to wear or get behind. It is no escape from the personality either and leaves all costumes alone.
This poem releases nothing. It does not provide any steam, smoke, or fire unless you print it out and light it with a match.
This poem is still, like all those other devices. It needs a reader, who may always decide to burn it after reading.