From Clarity To Verity

I once wrote memoranda and essays;
a tire-title to kick and hit and build
drawn out by hypotheses and tests
to make pointed every eight and a half by eleven 
whose right angles needed righting.

I would cajole careen console
to make meanest ends mine
and as my path lefted wrongward
and centered downword
language and feeling and light
bled together to release 
infinities from my wish. 

I know now that sentences are sentences 
phrases mazes 
words absurds 
and so I do and will play
with these granules
in the zen garden unconcrete.