“Simplify the Matter”
Simplify the matter, choose the either, consult the ether, pick one,
Be, and it will be! An avizandum is no match for public exhibition
And yet the journey never really satisfies an abyss of timely erudition
Further than a fortnight nor the rule of planets beyond their single sun.
And if the moon’s the object in the search,
Winter’s clouds will override the story—
If they speak at all in apostrophes of midnight glory—
While the appetite’s for fear, what then must follow the zenith? Dirty shirts
And all the king’s fine laundry’s better left
Unwashed if the pawn rejects the lint of ragged pockets as socks
Are so easily separated, so inevitably lost forever. High tech stocks
And clever use of futures are stuff of much the same in strategies in what’s bereft
Of patience or detachment and verisimilitude when the trend in toys is moot in leisure time exacerbates no small wonder in shrinking;
Ships and stocks are never stronger than the thought of either sinking.