One can't believe any form
Is essential to meaning,
But every form means something
To someone named you or me,
Raspberry seed or tiny
Piece of meat, the kind of thing
That gets stuck in human teeth.
Whatever was not banal,
And whatever was, are one.
That's what you must remember,
If remembering haunts you.
Form, ruled or discovered, is
Rhythm, pattern. Entropy
Is just its sloppy genius.
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