The earliest double-acrostic poem.
"The crows like to insist a single crow is enough to destroy heaven. This is incontestibly true, but it says nothing about heaven, because heaven is just another way of saying: the impossibility of crows." --Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms
Black asterisk bobbing
Lazily in the dense heat
Like the "bouncing ball" in a cartoon singalong:
Wasp.
Negligible, like a shooaway fly
But with all the compacted power
Of a fire snake
We have trespassed on your domain
It is no wonder
Our houses receive your minute inspection
It is geometry which joins us
We both love geometry
Thus our fates entwine
Ours in building square
Yours in seeking corners
It is war
Perpetual
If only from our fear
For the truth is,
Like rain flung against pylons,
You don’t even know that we are there
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