The Word Cloud

Aardvark.
Smudging ink blots on my page
because the shapes make sense
in my brain. 
Dogmatic before I
learnt of romance, romantic as
the day is dark,
I give you it all
whilst you give me half.
A flint spark when my finger's on a lightswitch.
I am an idio(m)t. This is an idio(t)m
speaking. A thesaurus and a mood-
s w i n g. I remember when I had 
a song to sing, when I was a 
human
being something, not a something
being
human.
I've been swallowing 
placebos to sleep.
Counting trees that 
fall from their leaves.
Reach for a peak
that'll always be 
tangible in dreams.
Fools learn.
Writing's a system, and it's as jaded
as wisdom. (Glitch)
I am a fruitcake, you are
a wizard. Let's be human together
and pretend we fathom fate
whilst three (narrowminded) words
copulate. 
x+y+z
zyzzyva.