I am a riddle
an enigma with no answer.

I am a rhyme scheme floating
freely in the middle of a stanza
with no beginning
and no end.

I am poetry,
a verse with no pattern.

I am a beat with no rhythm
traveling
through the paper
and into your conscious.

I am a paradox.

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