A Free Form Poem by Bullion Grey

Free Form...isn't that what is the basis for the whole reality
we think we observe?

A complete, without reasons presented, whole does it all,
FREE - of no cost, (How do we pay for anything like the fish in the deep, or creatures roaming?) , form - within set designs or precepts that are followed, form that no one individual can say for certain why form is a guide....

Ahh but we speak of the pen and paper.
It is here where the freedom of form mixes and mingles, drawing from all, missing nothing, as the ideas present themselve's as living forms of what we call literature, or poetry....that sometime gather
in a form that seems free of rule or boundry, or lines of limitations.

FREE FORM.
Where is the Form to write in the Free?
What are the Free?
Why even inquire?
Bless our pens and papers that they don't stop with their understanding that surpasses our complete understanding,
bless the individual who lets the inkling of thought, feeling and emotions to emote in the sight of others,
who they themselve's await this 'literature' in Free Form.