Sunday, April 2, 2017

Spero, Sparrow, Don't Despair

Is this the world where language
And body confuse themselves,
Then cancel each other out?
I'm reluctant to say so.
It seems more as if the world
Must cancel everything out,
The song along with the bird.

Neither body nor language
Has any say in the end.
Self, tangled up in them both,
Manufactures daisy chains
Of poppets that resemble
Body and language alike.
Might yet be some power in here.

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