a poem for today, 7 December 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of fifteen sentences and its image]
Young men switching.
Who will see the fire.
That's your dilemma.
Put your back into it.
I must operate on you.
What a freaking train wreck.
Chose cinema over potatoes.
The stars and shells dangle.
You seriously need a shrink.
Stop trying to figure me out.
Bend your elbow so your forearm is at 90º to the ground.
Every quest finds its alibi in the meaning of meaning.
Solutions have been based on a maximum entropy model.
What the invisible hand gives, it can also snatch away.
Abstraction is everybody's zero but nobody's nought.
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