Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Chaos chained
Chaos
There is no focus fainter
than love
How they justified us,
these tripping fittings!
Our green spurs
go and hesitate
We have no memories
There is no childhood
more superfluous than sustenance
To save the grief of chaos
To illume pervading beneath a spar
Nothing so faint as a
report or a syllable, devastating a
wakeful spar
Pale as an ignitor
No one teaches chaos and
syntax, where limits and
boundaries and oceans
repair dismay
# posted by Jim @ 7:46 PM 
