an uninspirational poem

The thing i seek
that eludes me in
poet's muse
Ranging from a flaming roof
to a lonely shoe

The thing i seek,
a rickety clock
that shudders
till it explodes
and beholds time forever


The thing i seek,
devoured by venus-fly-trap
in the gamet of wisdom
meanings,
so elegantly lost

The thing i seek
resemble rivulets
that once bathed in
nature's youth
but are now cursed of Alzheimer's

The thing i seek
in the whispers
of my words
strays away
like leper's pride