I have bottomed-out on the crossword puzzle;
absolutely no connections remain to link
crammed associations with gapped-tooth spaces
and so I whisk away to the other end of entropy;
stringing any-word to any-word as long as they
find a form and fuel the fire of poetry
which is not a perpendicular proposition,
but which reveals itself as patterns form,
take on meaning, live on their own.
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