Frantumaglia, a jumble of fragments.
Dead men’s words in the guts of the living
shake the lost language shaker over all.
Words dispense helter-skelter into lines.
Debris from the muddy waters of the brain.
A miscellaneous crowd of random things.
To create the orderly is a godly task
that rattles the souls of mere mortals.
What can the meaning of meaning mean?
Fingertips upon pens take up the task.
We write our way into dreams of castles
and settle there to live as best we can.
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