“On Dots Filling The Paradigm Triangle”

August, 2016


On the rocks of beauty and humanity

As inhuman as can beauty be

We are losing minds and gain insanity

To believe in something we can’t see.


Our deceptive triangle of memories

One, two, three – to fill the paradigm.

What do we, as writers, find in this

Modernist temptation NOT to rhyme?


Human brains make inhumane machinery,

Law is disobedience; they are Gods,

We are code – CGAD, or scenery

Is defined by reappearing dots.