What's that about?

Ok, so I found this old poem on my old blog (http://bit.ly/iYXkb8), but it's just so...

Despot - the page renewed.
I was in vain caressed by your
Graces. Writer's block as well
in Morrow, sun retires from its
resting place. Again I will
ask for guidance, forgive my rush;
to be or not to be, a candle,
silent sea gull, toilet flushed.

Seriously, what's that about??? I'm trying to remember why in God's name I'd write something like that... to no avail.