(no subject)

We ran the woods - they resolved into trees.
Climbed the trees - they became spreading wood.
Studied the wood - that slow burn through wet carbon.
Messed among molecules - more than a hundred.
Learned about numbers - so many, so meaningless.
Talked about meaning - my blood on your handkerchief.
Stared at each other - but heads became polyps.
Compared poems and woodcuts - the best were beyond us.
Sought arts to arts - just a list list at last.
Broke into our chambering minds - thought eluded.
Put thought in our thoughts - the spoons stacked but ran over.
Chased down the shapes of expression - sans context.
Looked at behavior - glass reblown by time.
Fished in time's current - the carp were dead gold.
Followed the money - it leaked from machines.
Wandered the gears - they were slaves to the rulebook.
Riddled the rules - all the letters were smudged.
Shot shit with rabbis - but how gloss their glossings?
Asked the whole world - but its god only grinned.
Kicked at the small - to ungodly remorse.
Queried our conscience - it didn't make sense.
Babbled maze madness - it seemed repetitious.
Sung up the scale - Mozart under the staircase.
Lingered in ignorance - knew we would change.
Grew to anticipate growth - hit a limit.
Figured our eights - shook out woodsward en masse.