Each Tittle and its Jot

Facts we give each other

urgently to understand –

accompanied by vehement

exertions of the head

and heart and hand – remand us

to the mystery again. Each tittle

and its jot appear to be

the what and who and when

and whee! of you and me

until we find out they are not.

Whatever we are yelling

at each other doesn’t seem

to touch much in the Universe’s

plot. Though yelling

sometimes hits the spot.






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