(....................16sept) My Argument with Grammar
Nature's conjunctions are invisible,
everything's conjoined, and language
only a dimwitted mimic
Adjectives, adverbs stroll
down the street not modifying,
but glued into the very atoms of nouns,
and nouns themselves
are verbs, of course,
for everything passes.
Where is the prepositional phrase,
'in the room? ' I don't see it
hanging around the neck
of the man standing over there.
Is there a complete sentence
anywhere in vivo?
Maybe, but then only one!
Can anything be misspelled there?
I come up
from my notebook frustrated.
The grammar of Existence
can't be caged.
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