I am a translucent verb
In love with nouns
Escaping out of events
Frustrated by the mirth of time
I am not an object, only a person
By breeding and heritage
In ideas I am water
So my writing
Becomes a part of the Tao
Like ink in water
I write cursive and mandarin glyphs
Sailing into the eyes
Of rainbows and storms
I live in literature like
The secret power of a sage
Waiting to be reborn
My temptations are
Celebrating the end
The ends are always
Silent and unbending
As if the source of my strength
Is proliferation of invisible symbols
Guilty of being stuck in semantics
In love with nouns and suffixes
The vocabulary of my spirit
Is technocratic and simulative.
Wuji Seshat 
You had me at ‘verb.’
That’s a good sign 🙂 in the end my meta literature poetry is probably where I feel most at home in words.