Every poet's forced to cease
Where stopped by language limits,
And wrestle with thoughts that tease;
Stuff too much meaning in it.
postscript
For day 14 of The tanaga. Originally a Filipino form, though I wasn't sure if you were supposed to have a certain number of stanzas. I thought one stanza was perfect for the point I was conveying. A form made of rhyming couplets with seven syllables per line, in a quatrain.