\'how is it that even something like

----     ----     ----                              poetry ...=

                          {}?  can be confined to little

          //.        prisms +±#

                    and language%

is like'

          ''~  the untimely sun
                                 (I want my words to be the moon
                                                                                              ''/'"//]
                  ever waxing{
                                  and waning|

    and unable to describe)              |||//


^^how is it that even

                                     love*'

           is dealt with in little words ;;
                            spat out in little moves

   and falls away without leaving anything behind ..≈



                          and what is a poem ˚

which cannot confine                                      &;;_

          ..)))  all the sounds that i need


                      ¶••                               each little
                                                                       chk, sk, tw, cr, wt, mx, zb, ydˆ
        .  or every
                          sh, wh, au, oh, lu, qi, je, ei~      


and rhythm is measured in ⁄ ⁄

                                             ›   metres and
                                                                       rhymes .‹

   ''                like falsetto archepelligoes
                                    stretched out in fixed times ...'"



but words are never enough˜

                                                   for (me/you)..//¡!



              and •°love is like·




                            weather balloons



                                                                              all adrift

                                                                                                        with



                                                                                                                         the day.