Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Soliloquy III

Through me all things hold together, and,
apart from me,
nothing any grade-school child has ever made
has come to be. For long, that is.
Because I guess some things stick together,
but really for paper and most other
light dry materials, there is little hope
outside of me.
Unless they have grown dissolute and bowed
to the crude and slick idol of Tape.