meta (a poem not read, but performed)

This is meta (a poem not read, but performed)

Begin poem.
I AM MEEK!
He yelled.
Pause.
Listen to me,
he whispered.
Pause.
Arrogance! We dive headlong into ego and spit out our ugliness, our beauty, and we hope something sticks in half-open ears.
I annunciate!!! To make my words cut you.
Look down.
Read.
these.
words.
I wrote.
Not here, but in that dark, isolation where we enter ourselves and see ourselves from the outside in.
How are my concentrated words diluted, by the time they play upon your synapses?
Fuck it.
Take a bow, for I have shared. I have paid my toll.
This is me. Not Yesterday. Not tomorrow.
Now.
Pause.
For dramatic effect.
End poem.