Born in a pine, heart of the wood, heart pine.
That’s what you want your floors made of,
Oh boy.
What you can walk on for centuries &
Be remembered.
Yes, I was there the whiles it took
At the beginning when time was not yet space.
Years yokes where beings several and devine
Dithered as cannibals eating words, saying:
What does this turning the whole world
Into a Muddy Vortex mean?
Yeah, it refers to the Great Uh
From which the very— no
Beginning time (sextant and always was)—
Has existed latent and idle—
It has never been brought forth by science—
Wolves, dark thou maddest, using immaculate
Piano-tuners who need key cleaners
So they howl
In the Nirvana-woods with patience
Please and Passion drugs
To embrace the Persistent-
Flavored horror of typewriter fugues
Along the rank- & forever-singed streets
thinking to blame me.
R Young. April 2021.
studio arago 