One of the many poems I revised today, but this one was funny.
Come to think of it, this poem is also like a key to the way I write, some of the time.
Ceremonial gatherings at “why” and “come see”
flee the coming of “all that never was, nor will ever be”,
calling at ”standing alone” with hands
folded ‘round a stone and “it is in vain”.
These colloquial “I say so” were sent to “all you can see”
that “in the best of thought” can read and see
what categorization causes on wind after wind.
That is why “all of it” is contained.