Probability Of Possibility Poem by Margaret Alice Second

When the core beauty of language, the melody and
rhythm in the song it sings as meaning meanders in
a stream along the connotation & denotation of the
singer; is ignored, everything is lost and we are left

With just the empty husk, an ice-cold shell confining
reality to a mechanical model; we can't dream within
rules and rules can't dictate to us, we exist in chaos
theory, holograms, and the probability of possibility!