A poem is an expression of carefully balanced thought
crafted with vivid images and crystalline diction,
revealing ideas and philosophies in its steady pulse,
odes to loves and lifestyles forgotten and new.
Some of these fanciful formations of fantasy
tend to be form-free, but
I believe that this poem is a
xenomorphe in that tameless world.
This poem is likely more enjoyable if you're aware that it's in the form of an acrostic.