How We Work

At edges things mingle
weak fringe gets rough with
you, your senses and me
no rein on its excitability
or failures in pure glee
in scar and mix is flexible
relief from artist’s spree.

At centers of things crazy
sameness makes big and small
kiss and grow old together
choice and accident are sin
no deviation no discovery
all is point of all pin
return the pith of all scattering.

Built-from things take over
they march toward eventual
effacement of reality’s nose
for the sake of airy dynasty
the forging of lasting knowing
the slipping into bodily honesty
of sheep in wolf’s clothes.


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