Poetry is simple arithmetic-
It's beauty is as it is logical--
and it's beauty is as it is rhythmic-
Task is thus passed unto the audible
abstract cast of characters and oral
tradition that proffer the litany
to poets' jurisprudence for war of
attrition against all antiquity-
Then--if and only if logic follows
and rhythm dances--beauty aspires
the damnedest depths as a hollowed bottle
does ring when thine pen's duty acquires
justice just as memory serves us
as much as mathematics in verses.
