Square

Wrap
Fold
Wipe
Draw

I slept on patch work.
It wouldn't let go of my head
So without it I left.

I took a walk on balmy feet.
I raced a pamphlet through the door.
It got there first.

There are no more windows where I live
But the sun comes in all the same.
Who pays my rent?

Enough of this.
I want
out.

The Progression

That which fills the void,
That which needs be understood
Yet cannot be defined,
Give it glory.
Let praise its justice work
Until it is decorated with a thousand compliments,
Glittering in the limelight like mail.
Obscurity does them no justice,
These flowers of the cave.
Try to accompany them, if you can.
You add to their height
As much as any other of their shadows.
But the pressure of pain can impede their proposal:
The progress of all save but a few.
Greater than these may have fallen.
The mystery that vexes the ages is this:
Will greater rise up?

i

Of all the letters in the world
my favorite is the letter i.
I like the things that i can do;
i can do much more than u.