SOUNDBOARD

Principle of Operation

Where not but in human seams 

Lie the hopes of finding grounds

As indefinable as streams,

As unprovable as sounds,

And who but you, professors

Of the sky, of sun,

To teach your impressionable lessers

Of the bangled spoils won

Through springs and jacks,

Tenon, truss, and bore

That early music lacks,

That righteous men ignore,

Instead of jumping at the chance

To deny the sense of tangle,

The sudden starts of dance, 

The fireworks that dangle

From the slats and laths

Of parts, the mortise points

Of sleep, the unshaped paths 

That meet at hopeless joints 

Where angle, adz, and gable

Admissibly enable angels?

 

Mangolia

January 8th, 2005