Punctuation

You will find me no longer
In the dots and dashes
Marking and separating
For there is no rigor here
Unless rigor mortis
Sets in
I am unpunctuated
Slippery and malleable
To the whim and spin
Like grains of sand
Give way
Under foundations
Shifting and flowing
A storm of confusion
Then gone
You will find the easy message here
You did not seek
But can digest
Never having to follow
The thought through
To its unpalatable end
Or take responsibility
For understanding
The message
That I am
The subtlety
The ambivalence
The mystery
The infinity
All in the boundaries
Now conveniently
Smoothly
Going stop