Tuesday, February 02, 2010

"Tall Ship"

a bad moment, forgetting the dead
like forgetting a school zone is on
and sheepish you wait for the ticket
there's nothing more you will ever say
now, nothing to show:
and this ragged panoply i thrash in
has thinned

and i know why i want to forget
a whisper
threading the stars
amid bursts of frantic flak
miss again

doesn't miss

A polar place value number system.

Peirce's triadic logic.

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