Gone In

Fishing is too stationary 
but how does it compare to writing poems;
apparently, valuing is stochasmic,

a volcanic re-bubbling of that which
effervesced prior, as you can hear from
the use of fifteen dollar sentence case;

and should that be, why is the wisdom
of foolish marches to places where 
you indict with your long metal poles

the very mean tide of the addition
of everything you are copied 
millions of times
across all that might ever be.