'SERVIETTES: On a rainy day'
Title of 'II.' is edited as to avoid embarrassing myself.
I.
A little leaf, a little vein
A growing brief, a growing shame
II.
(Poem for a Reply)
I'm violently unhappy
Not with myself but With
human Ingenuity in the avoidance of any confrontation
which Might not make you
Happy instead SAD.
Perhaps in my world of
Human LOGIC, there would
be more happy, more
Happy and less Sad,LESS
SAD, MORE happy.
I no longer want smiles
I don't care.
He'd rather have truth.
Thank you very much.
III.
In an intricate system of
numbers and graphs humanity,
Rather the thoughtful ones
Have, enabled a search for
equations for the smallest
consituents of Existence, and
so in endless powers of
10 we find ourselves
Beyond.
Little joy, infinite to understand
And such endeavours continue
with increasingly sophisticated
methods. Sparks will soar
and rao and calculations will
grow on the boards of pale
And as we lose ourselves, so we find
us
Discovered.
IV.
There is chaos in his soul
And anarchy in his mind
Both will usurp his
unneccesary existence
And nothingess will
have a new member...
Nobody.
V.
Oh Hello, a smile.
I'm still not happy.
VI.
(Song For Darkened Day*)
Endless rolling puffs folding into
one another with sad little spaces
forming depressed faces, in the
high sky.
-Fin.
