Poem... please tell me how you feel?

Question

I begin for me.

A flat page,

Fainted across,

Lost sight,

Before me,

A flat page.

We thought of edge conditions,

of coming close

and running out.

I think of edge conditions,

Sharp enough

to split me in two.

I did not begin for you.

We think of end papers,

Blanks of waste,

Nonsensical,

Because its purpose is unknown.

So discarded as inefficient,

But what of the possibilities,

and treasures,

A blank page holds.

Blankets wrapped around you,

for warmth

I was never cold.

We knew,

That blank page blanket,

Never kept us warm,

Never began flat.

I let it embrace me for just that...

an embrace.

Movements and silhouettes,

Almost recognizable on the other side,

Just about daring you,

To assume that we know

what is happening.

That is the trick

of the blank page blanket.

We assume it's flat,

Which is why

at four views,

It disapears,

Disintegrates,

To a hairline,

Thin and prickly

as aerterial-chokes.

Oh blankey!

Come back!

Answer 1

i feel sick and weirded out from it

Answer 2

Strictly speaking, it is very difficult for me.

Answer 3

i dunno cause i didn't read!!! its so freakin long to read man!!!