capricious little corner-cutter,
clap and clamor
can't remand to understand the ever-chatter,
clutter, clutter, cluttering away
into inhibition and a rather
rabid sort of cluster strings,
wrapped up,
reticent,
and hard to pull apart.



on the empty ending stretches of a flagrant false start

Admired by many,
admired by few.
Admired for its falsitude;
admired, for it's falsitude.
Admired for its emptiness;
admired, for it's emptiness.

taken by the splendor of life
in life itself,
one wonders if the splendor is indeed
for them, for their own
or for everybody
or for anybody
or for nobody
or if, indeed, the splendor even IS
{insomuch as one can understand, and experience, and not infer, and not control "splendor"

[insomuch as one can understand "understanding splendor"]}