Is This Anything?

If this is about nothing, is this anything?

If I have no meter or rhyme,

No quatrains nor envelopes,

Am I still poetry?

If I am not poetry, am I still beauty?

If I am the wrong words,

Am I still not a poem?

If I am something,

Am I beautiful?

I am an image of The image,

So I have beauty.

I am beautiful.

I may not be the right words,

But I am still poetry.

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