Word Play

I like this one very much! I can perceive at least three different meanings - there is the obvious one of meteors crashing onto the planet's surface and defacing it; there is the also fairly obvious one of the writer trying to make the words dance to his or her own tune and being frustrated as the words follow their own paths; and there are the less obvious feelings of the poor paper, whose virginal purity has been destroyed by the black touch of someone's ramblings. There may be more which I am just too sleepy to note at the moment. You hint at madness in your author's note, and perhaps that is the most obvious one of all: there are the words which come crashing in from outside of one's self and shatter one's security. But in true madness one can no longer discern just from where those words are coming: are they coming from outside, giving one leave to be angry with the world; or are they actually one's own words and one is unknowingly bent on self-destruction . . . Anyway, reading your poem has been like looking in a box of mirrors: I think I discern something, and then the light changes and the meaning twists - very well done!