for those of us who know that
words are strings
even eolian imagined read
so deep within the head
mouth firmly shut they yet
dance out the larynx of the mind
and deeper still in dream
bay jagged jugular
smooth croon and lullaby sigh
then fie on those who deem
meaning's all ethereal
catechized like mathematics
fingers in the pi they find
they're all cat's cradles
at the ladle of the day
(hypotenuse and snooze)
...........
somewhat after the manner of e e cummings
