there is nothing found.
yet algebra and geometry are used
to build the castle.………..this is vivid.
this is maths.
they may not like a controversal opinion, so cross it out in black.
i think that red may hit the mark better if there was a facility
we used to amuse, may
be delight, then it was censored. banned
to the bin.
quiet now, you will not hear any controversy, you may only read it
cancelled my apprenticeship
the moving finger wrote,
needles in camels eyes and something.
then there is that straw, and sod’s law,
which is something else entirely, like
money for old rope, which could tether
humped, and lumpy kneed moves on,
in other places,
they broke things,
and were put assunder.
imagining vases, that could be stuck,
we wandered wearily, until
the birds stopped singing.
yes, even in mexico.
it is a tiny place, look
in side and see.
go, position yourself
dumb down, retreat,
affect us deeply.
voices will come
and go. and
while the worlds spins,
this small place
it is a simple thing.
we hope for independence, privacy.
so we google, ask advice and listen.
take our time, let the thought wander,
we can even mend the typewriter,
gifted by a friend, now there is a lovely
soap cleans the ink away; wind will
blow the water, dry the chimney,
clear the floors.
we have kept the old ribbon,
in a box.
mostly think so these days, even when worked out as planned.
have been wondering what is the point, like is there a point?
or is it all pins and needles. over lunch, we discussed.
i chose the duck wraps, minding my pronunciation. she pointed
out that the point may be, that there is none, therefore
I am going back to montgomery to buy a measuring