Open apology for the last poem written

I really don't know how to begin this. I was under a deadline. I was pressured to create creativity when I wasn't feeling very creative. I apologize for the weak attempt at a concrete poem, the even weaker use of the presents/presence homophone. I initially wanted to write a thank you for Why? Justin Why?'s recent post, but it turned out to be a little too detached to scrape meaning from. I've come to the conclusion that even great poets are great only on occasion. The rest of their existence is nothing but metered mediocrity. All this to say. If you want the full expression of my voice, you'll have to occasionally hear me clear my throat. I hope the next few days will make up for my *ahem.