“On Dots Filling The Paradigm Triangle”
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.