Made of Gold and Soaps and Beams of Light

Being poetic is all about being esoteric.

Being: Poetic is.
All about Being,
Esoteric.

That's punctuation through poetry, not esotericism. If we take deep meaning in titles, find referential material in the words used, and assign significance to them we've created poetry. It's some canonical perambulation of basic structures of nerd-nationalism.

Create a subgroup to create your meaningful community.

That's literature, poetry. It's a sort of formula for creativity, the value assigned later is entirely socially constructed. There is no more meaning in some Dub-Yeats than in (What if God was) One of Us, the '90s Joan Osbourne hit. Some might argue that song is inherently middle-school tuned.

Ex.

I.e.


Made of Gold and Soaps and Beams of Light
Our lusty evening bittered hard on soft trellis.

Crisp Autumnal Hyphen-words quivered tightly on turned up lips.

The Buildup immense, corruptible.
Thighs sweated with anticipation,

Thoughts permeated the cooped-up dinnerlight dreams of future-meals.

Alphetering Spiders berange quietly now,
Later curing the child-essence.