Verbosity Poem by Sebastian Soberania

chatting throughout the night
in the belief that we have no role in this rivulets of life
we think that we have become
nuisance per se,
which i completely understand as a lacing of the ice cake
white against the sun
as the moon takes over the domains of the hills
at sunset
we were barbaric in this conversation
that accepts everything worded as they are
and yet
without actually any sense at all

precisely, we have embraced the absurdity of words
emptied of their meaning