MULTIPLEX
Dreamed 1987/1/9 by Chris Wayan
I never had an eye for structure. Rap rhythm, the cadences of Yeats, crabby Gothic symmetries of sonnets ... to me it's all just texture.
I grow concretions,
My life's in the word or line,
We build the fractal forms we know.
Chaos Congress! Once upon,
Hang like honey ants, |
O-mouths blare, A sound-surround, As in the best of theaters: Madness Multiplex!
But the Speaker's flown.
O Capitol,
Eye have no single I to see.
Still surprised my art grows
Human esthetic unity
Your, your, your, your Your single signature. |
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