Friday, February 5, 2016

foul musings when I should be happy

abstract patterns of organic leaf litter
water split across an ugly gnarled nob of an unjoined tree

freedom from consequence and coincidence - a mad man's dream,
freedom from incidence, poetic scream | in a lightless place.
smile anyway? can wry be wrung to the genuine?
can sarcasm less fangéd grin?
(can forcéd meter more poetic be?)

can sad beauty still see this line's third word?

does meaninglessness render all things mean?
an average of empty probability?

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