This last comment from you came like 2 seconds after I posted mine.

My god your obsessed.

Don't you think that everyone knows you start arguments just for the sake of arguing. The fact that you have to lie and make pranks to feel superior is what disappoints me. I like debating. It's like a mental sport. What you do is let the other team score and then say "Well, I wasn't really trying anyway. Even now I know what I'm saying is falling on deaf ears but at least I can say I tried to help. That's all I wanted to do. Sorry I bothered.

No just wanted you to see what your tactics sound like.

Yeah that 101 was an obvious cheap shot. My apologies. I think I just went on because the discussion made for a good debate but to argue things like religion and unfathomable numbers seems to lead nowhere because it's about what you believe and not what you can prove. I do sense some kind of spirituality in you. Like a preacher without a religion.
For a new topic of debate see my newest poem Out of the White Hole. It's about black holes and the subconscious and has little to do with body orifices. I know that was shameless.

Sarcasm: A cutting, often ironic remark intended to wound.
A form of wit that is marked by the use of sarcastic language and is intended to make its victim the butt of contempt or ridicule.
I used it in most of my comments to you.

Do you always resort to saying Ha Ha! I was just kidding when someone exposes what a true buffoon you are. I've seen you use this cop out before. I assumed you just wanted to try to argue for the sake of arguing and I figured why not considering it's a hell of a lot more creative than your poetry. The fact that your a pathological lier only shows us all how pathetic you truly are.
You act as if you convinced me about all your bullshit but any intelligent person who reads all the comments can see at some point I'm just getting bored and tired and just telling you what you want to hear. I will waste no more words on your pretentious diaper wearing "breeches". Later fag.

I thought with your ample ability to summon the spirits of bygone poets you'd be able to contact him from the netherworld.
Maybe he worshiped death. The first goth poem.
By the way you got me really interested in those French Symbolists now.

Actually your both wrong. It's "Vacuum". Not that I'm the best speller in the world either but I'm Dyslexic and that's not really an excuse but who's gonna pick on a mental gimp right.

I know what a pun is. It just appeared as though you were actually trying to correct her spelling. "And a repairer of breeches too." would have been clearer. Sorry I'll try to recognise the humor the next time.

Thanks.
Don't know how I missed "brain's".
I dropped the periods at the end of the lines for a cleaner look.
I see now I missed one of the little boogers.
In the transition I used capital letters to imply the start of a new sentence at the beggining of a line. Maybe I'll have to put all the periods back.
I'm glad you liked the first stanza. I spent more time re-editing that first stanza then I did on the rest of the poem.

Originally "It" was "Art" but I felt there was something more mysterious and primal about what I was describing and I wanted the reader to find their own meanings for "It" and the other symbols. I guess "It" could represent the subconscious thought escaping into consciousness. But still I think it goes deeper than that. You’re welcome to give it any meaning you want.
I'll wait a few days for more possible suggestions then I'll get to cleaning it up.
Thanks again.

Thanks Beth
Your :)'s are always the most genuine.

Maybe what we see on the outside is inside. So why not create something on the inside and make it on the outside.

Thanks.
I was at a loss for a title till a thought crossed my mind.
"Is there such things as white holes?" I researched it and found some interesting scientific theories and yet another metaphor.

Thanks D.
That's pretty much how it came to me.
In inspiring lines and images. I wrote them down and then pieced them together adding and subtracting parts till I found somekind of connected meaning in it. (a method of writing that I use quite often.) There was a primal feeling in me that emanated throughout the writing of the poem and I can only hope found it's way into the poem.