The Grand Tweet II: Finished

HOW COME TIMES NEVER HAS THE CAPABILITY TO POST IN THINGS FOR HIMSELF? FIFTY FOUR MINUTES!

Name: a. poet

Gender: irrelevant

Race: irrelevant

Colour: black is fine thank you

Weapons/Abilities:
Prose, only prose,
In a sea of lyrically-twinged morphology,
Twisting world to word
and
bend

Description:
Tall, wiry,
Sticklike arms,
hanging,
from an eye made of glass,
and a mouth
of bronze.

Biography:
What word matters
but the one
written?