They, Far Too Lettered, Chew The Bubble Gum From Packs Of Poetry Cards Poem by Deliot Taylor

Emotions true to form
having none
diffusing and interacting
like the racing universe
conquering darkness
in all directions

The horizontal, stable
above the apex,
is not specific to the children

And they chew their gum
methodically and cautiously
like a penned cow


And
they blow their bubbles
like an insecure child

Sincere at the onset
the true heart of a poet
a void filled by fear
conformity was only a heartbeat away

And art now deceives

Diffusion can be bliss
a bubble is the coffin for the mindless
Shakespeare anyone?