The spacing of my poems is logical, but borders the fine line between method and madness. However, in these two poems I crossed that Rubicon line into madness. I attribute it to sleep deprivation and over-specification of overly broad themes; i.e. to say I tried to incorporate and interrelate too much too logically, leading to illogicality. I don't see myself completeing them, but I thought I'd share them anyways.
The first, habibti, I wrote nearly two years ago, the night after I wrote my first four poems (eyes, shut your mouth and open your lips, what, and orange, chronologically respective). I had an outline of a dozen or more combinations of the same words forming different sentences all playing to the same ideas (some of them were included in shut your mouth), and this was my attempt at overtly texto-graphically combining them. It's unreadable without my outline as a map, and I still can't make all of it out.
The second, conscience con science (how romantic), I penned about a month ago, as a reaction to my discovery in biology that science is fundamentally founded on nihilism, the current inequality gap (among other problems) widened by corporate greed, and my romantic feeling that our problems could be overcome just by a collective conscience.
Without further ado, I give you my logical descents into madness: