When I say this,
does the papery half-
moon make sense to you?
Could an inkblot
cloud oozing dirty across it
cause it
to make any more
or any less?
My guess is
they were wrong
about a universe
made of grammar; but maybe
there is
still a hierarchical order,
a syntax
of all the hidden things out there,
which—and here's where
I always struggle
to complete that thought,
and where you continue
to find it
so interesting,
even though by now it isn't
at all unusual.