and at this point it's hard to say
I even know myself
or anything more than

unbearable bubble collapse
a saboteur who aimed to be an architect
the chalkboard screech of mediocre
not sure of the spelling even
a raven sings in the peripheral,
a song of hope I hope

could just as well mean nothing
I want Super Saiyan abilities
well for me to constructively criticize your poetry, which is superior to mine, would be lame, you know? i dont really like your prose in the poetry, its purple. but that is relative of course
i disagree with your first point. you couldn't design a building (I'm guessing) but you could definitley notice if it was missing bricks.
after looking up your second point (i know nothing about poetry) I somewhat agree.
thanks man.
I want Super Saiyan abilities