This Is Not A Poem

This is not a poem,
whatever your eyes or ears are telling you.
Here you will find no rhyme,
No reason,
No meter,
No scheme
Behind these words that have been written,
these lines recited,

This is not the place for metaphor
or turns of phrase
to delight the ear
and rapture the heart.

Here will be no dragons,
no dreams,
no whispers of something more
than ideas in the languages of men.

No art or pattern
will be discerned
that is worth discerning.

Only the diligent will try.