"this slapdash menagerie of poetry-adjacent pontifications was born as a result of a well-placed instagram ad. the ad in question alleges that i shall construct by April 10, 2023, a set of 20 poems - and they shall be published in a book with an ISBN number and all. well well well now, look at what the universe has dreamed up today! and served up in a nice tidy rectangle, happily glowing inside of yet another rectangle, no less! o, these incessant rectangles, how they sully the eye and smooth the brain - preying on my hapless 4 am faculties, willing victim to the endless barrage of digitally crafted capitalism: -) the medium is the message, but one cannot shoot the messenger - so i applaud your successful ad placement, and accept your terms."