CONSONANT
I wrote you a poem
but did not
get back to me
from which I infer
you analyzed every line
every syllable
in meticulous detail
going broader, ever
deeping
expanding until
your thoughts
filled the Universe
tunneling, mining
until you found
strange stones, precious,metals
a plethora of nested levels
dimensions within
dimensions
if so,
I cannot believe I could
create an object worthy
of such
an investigation: dimension
after dimension, level
upon level
connections, associations that
took you everywhere
unless, of course, I am slightly
mistaken
possessing neither the time
nor the inclination
you did
not read anything
not a vowel, not
a consonant,
not a word at all
