No End Poem by john wake

Look am here
Like a rhythm
So are you there
Bear, hmm…
Shall we bake?
Am dull
Full
Weed plied
And tales lied
But moments thick
And uneven it burns
The joint! I will lick.
Now even
The losers to follow
The winners are the flow
Waves where we peek
Can you pick?
An end
The trend
Norms, useless at best
Lets break them like the rest
You breast a sight
Taking a breath
Am light
Some length
Where am lost
The dice are post
Stagnant to your lines
That lacks vines
No support
So I report
Confusion
Like this fusion
You are no passion
Just a depression
Linked to my connection
Of you proportion.