“C”

Poetry is the C of the English language

That sophisticate programmable

Is only able to see

It if it is in control

Of itself

And therefore it

Is about to

Be

Incarcerated in

A looking-glass war with

The final cut of all things good

That is, the end of all Time.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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