You say...

You say I speak with such eloquence
that I drown myself in my own saliva,
the freight carrying these flowery words sinking
towards the depths of an abyss.
You say I speak not to say something
but to fill the vacuous space with
information just as empty,
uncomprehending and unreasoning.
You say I float with my words
like a butterfly sliced by the arms of a praying mantis,
fluttering down with the wind
and landing delicately on the sharps blades of grass.
You say that I have no substance
to what I refer nor to what I claim to be,
and my mind a vacuum with no release.
I say, Fuck you.