Let’s take a word and torture it. Take a poll
And pollard it. Take a whole and hollow it.
Take a swallow and swallow it, then a bomb,
Bombard it. Have you noticed how tortured
Words become so quickly foolish, as if
They’re not saying anything anymore? It is
Not surprising, given that tortured humans
Tend to babble on and thus torture hardly ever
Works. But there’s something worse at work.
When you start to take apart a beast, the beast
Begins to die. When you start to pick apart
The forms of meaning, meaning multiplies,
Runs off in all directions like spilled marbles,
And then the marbles hide. Scratch a poll
And just below the surface you’ll find ideas
Whose only words are numbers. Break
The bread of numbers and discover crumbs
Of merest words. The universe is up to something
With us and everything. Our universe is absurd.
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