Pyramid Of Concepts Poem by Adora Williams

Nine muses in the ethers
And nine times everything else
But only nine

The last original thought died before I was born
And I can't think of the novelty anymore or poetry will die

What if the next big meaning was left under the lines
Of channelled sentences written by poets as uninspired as me
They wouldn't know, the collective, the superconscious wouldn't
Know

I wouldn't know like I don't know how to fill my own lacunas
I ease the immediacy with caesuras
And random breaks

It's a huge pyramid of concepts and we try to get to the top
By re-readings on the celebrity of others while ignoring our own meaninglessness

With revision — repeat the nine
Start creating nuances of concepts
Not relying on two sides only
Start the merge, enter the state of wild daisy fields and rose roses

The last original thought was the Big Bang that didn't know what it was

I am just an echoed null sentence
Why would I fill the nothingness
Life is a huge reinterpretation of itself