of protestations
that we're
all obsessed
with novelty,
it's pattern
that we really seek
and feel the most
at home in.
Rhythm gets our
motor going,
while rhyme
feels like a cup
of sugar
our best words kindly
lend their neighbors.
Is it right
that we derive
so much succor
from design? And—
if there were
a difference
between right
and common,
would it matter?
