Standard-issue beginner's self-indulgent, self-immersed prose journal-entry writing loaded with ungrounded and therefore meaningless abstractions and 31 first-person singular pronouns which makes clear that the real subject is you, a subject frankly devoid of interest. Why should anyone care about the interacracies (?/sic) of your naval when they can read someone else's wonderful poetry? Also, why do the lines have little to do with one another? (maybe because it's a DYNAMIC POEM, JACKASS?)
My poem got bashed at the PFFA, but so did everyone else's.