What is a sentence really?

You think a sentence can't be as long

as I demand it must be,

as it always has been

since humans began speaking

in a time before written

constraints

like punctuation and where to place

a comma

when you want to eat (with)

your grandma.

As I see it poetry dawned

with the first sun

and won't end until

there is no more need to speak freely,

or see the potential in your neighbors eye

for when he looks, he is looking with

do and no try

but the only reason you know why

is that you heard his screwed up speech

which was full of unbearable run-ons with more twists and turns than fatal attraction I mean my god would he not stop talking how you wished he would move on more quickly than he did but even through

all the smoke,

you saw

when he spoke.