Tuesday, June 9, 2020

The World of Disappearing

How the nameless first bore names,
Spawned them out of minor apes,

How, if names misfit the world,
If every symbol falls short,

If our world is alien
To the world that our world names,

Any name, any symbol,
Any number, note, or sign,

Should have emerged to contain
Not only information,

What stones, genes, and brains contain,
But significance, meaning,

The world pretending to be
The world of disappearing?

Eh? You tell me why you talk
To yourself, world, with these names

That never comprehend you,
Nothing much to do with you,

That you never reply to,
That you never understand.

By this window clouds go by.
By this window clouds go by.

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