punctured song catches smog
of loose leaflets cindered
to dust of alphabets; verb
matches verb in assembly;
root of form touts root of
acorns wed out of necessity.
ruptured song catches wilful
brassy adjective leaded with
soul of math; figures that
fuel form of love, of cash.
Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 
This is beautifully executed.
I am always a little scared of how the more experimental ones are received, so I am glad that this one came out ok 🙂 Thanks.
I understand the fear that comes along with being experimental but go for it! It allows you to discover pools of wisdom in your mind that you might not know to have existed. This poem is great!
You are right: the poem can opens up spaces, if it so chooses 🙂 Thanks.