It's a delicate process

Of which I do not

Take time to assess

What little I've got.

Words with no meaning,

Without language speaking,

Have no action to being,

Without the heart beating.

Have no mind to erase,

Their place from space

Which is why we must face

Disgrace unreplaced.

It takes time to process

To access, to digress,

To digest the lightest,

The poem, a tigress.