on clear occasion, by each lunar
apparition, each thought apparent like
a twitching eyelid making sight a memorable
case of solitude, thus come the
frozen nuances and what not,
thus by canto LXXIV you get the point,
if any canto, this canto,
forgive the excesses of conjunctions,
such words are forgiveable, even in excess,
it's like a man drowning grabbing
razorblades as he does so,
aura of gushing blood, mingling
with soluble crystals of sodium,
a chloride derivative of what's a standard
disinfectant,
but among these pages, in the pristine
sober night, where sleep is not appreciated
and all credit to apparently working
(well, it's a form of work however you
mind it) - i know, i too wish to have
written that verse, but no use
complaining via trying, and subsequently
failing a bad case of plagiarism,
i did, after all, point out the diadem
shrapnel of composition: many conjunctions
later, it's still but a finite procedure
allowing only one memorable line:
a name and surname with a maxim
is far greater than a name and surname
with an epitaph... no one owns epitaphs
and if they do, they're only ascribed
to someone's tombstone... maxims are derived
for a need to rejuvenate as if the dead
be living, rather than... dead...
a rotting flower blossoms in the nose
and not the eye... reverse if you're
talking about the optical palette...
a rotting flower blossoms in the nose
and not the eye.
the first word usually disorientates the story,
unless it be as random as possible,
as small as possible, and as irrelevant as possible,
there's hardly a reason to use a rectangular
base / canvas for what's to be meddled with:
like trying to force two akin charges of magnet-metal
to perform a binding act monogamy
that works fine with noble swans, but hardly
with harem-loving mammals like humans,
i said like binding akin charges of magnets
with each other, just to peer into the invisible
constructs (και οι επτα αγγελοι εσαγπισαν;
γαια - γαια - γαια αια-ε), or how morbidly
the latins will defend their christianity with
innumerable saints and ******,
because they know they are trojans in disguise,
and having plagiarised greek polytheism
(jupiter synonym zeus, or pluto née hades)
had to resort to an invigorated cause;
and still with lxxiv's account of things,
i dare not compete for such things memorable as:
'we have not yet calculated the sum     gorilla + bayonet',
and the canto after, like was the required due
of writers back then, who now, whether
poet novelist or a simple paperback carrying donkey
could cite you a transcript of an opera?
i know i can't, perfect examples of the times
when you wrote in letters and read music scripts,
the trinity that i know of: e. pound, s. beckett, j. joyce;
and indeed there is much of a personal interest
in the mentioned canto... much almost acronym
detail that would require a resurrection
and direct confrontation to mind, or understand,
outside the pleasures of simply laying aside
and sounding it, with a sparrow's ease
each fortnight, within reach of the full moon.