All my life, I've made things
for no occasion,
without giving a bird or bush
for their practical use.
so much abstract ideation
sounds perverse.
Has any one particular poem,
one song, one sentence,
or one verse
ever really improved the world?—
as opposed to
merely improving
a few of their perceptions—
say, for instance the color
or cultural-historical significance
of the flower
they were holding
out to that world in question?
But now, I'm confused;
for it sounds,
in my recollection, as if
even the most ambiguous
or off-season of these symbols
has shown
how there's really no difference
of substance
between the two.
