Fixed Within It And Will Not Leave Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The thought of it is easy to read.
That is the intent.
As if it had been concieved.
And for you meant,
To exist and breathe.

Had it not been composed...
None of it you would believe.
And that is why each word of this...
Has been selected,
For you to digest.
Think about it and re-read!

And while you are doing that...
Think of it as something you thought easy,
To read.
Then think of it as something nonexisting.
You can't can you.
Because this was given life to breathe.

And each time it is read...
It is in your head!
Fixed within it and will not leave!
And your thought of it at first was easy.
Why should that be?
When I took my time to insure you'd be pleased.