Magnet

Random sentences can recombine
To give false meaning - but some must be true.
And if that's so, then some of them are mine,
Some of which are given now to you.
I cannot claim to have such full control
Of what I write that what is writ says there
Upon the page - and that was not my goal.
I like my words to have a little air.
But even so, I like to think my thoughts
Have some coordination to their ways
And also more than a pure row of noughts
Which are too ordered in their void arrays.
So let the letters on the fridge be random;
I think I'm not, and so I write your fandom.