Saturday, July 24, 2004

Poem: What Chaos Means to Me

What Chaos Means to Me

The lure
    (the chanting):
siren — pied
Hamlin-town piper —
call of
        (dire)
sweet most
disorder:

saysnothing  
            (yet I speak)
isnothing
          (yet ink is black)
meansnothing
             (yet I mean what I say)
]

    if —
onlyonly if
    no is.

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