Who named the plains?
What was the last thing you put into a bag?
There are many universes that have blackbirds and even more with birds that are black
I don't get the one about the white horse
I think it has to do with patience and patience is often a function of interest
But most math goes both ways and more
Then sets and matrices and even you're bored
When was the last time you were bored to tears?
(actual tears)
Actual tears in actual stockings
Actuated joints, activated machines, accentuated modernity
And more
You could say there are many ways of looking at many things
The end of this vs. the beginning of tomorrow
And / or going on to peel off the days by the layer
Patient one-by-one
Accidental two-by-two
Eventual tearing in jagged strips
Calcium deposits, bark, dead skin cells, etc.
And crunching
It ends on the salt flats and everyone is there
High five, everyone
Now, break
November 27, 2012
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With so many universes and propositions to be explored, how can anyone be bored? If it were only quantity, I could imagine boredom--more and more of the same--but, as you prove here, quality reigns and delights with its surprises and mysteries (rusty or not). Wonderful poem in your inimitable style.
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