To attempt to explain
Is to attempt to compound fallacy with fallacy
And to that end
Let me be Poetry’s Fool
Pursuing my stupidity
Until I become wise
Matter – mind – fire – ice – earth – sky
But in the young woman’s case
The naming part of her heart is broken
pieces and pangs of regret
And she insists on walking on the broken pieces
While everything we think we see. . .
its all just bits in the Matrix
They are bits that matter to me
They are significant bits . . .