Inconclusive Places

Tired of the awful or wonder-fill,
land full of grace or waste, either-nor;
back to forth erases any spectrum
that escapes from beyond the poles.

Fired by wilds, milds, unfiled sounds,
wordless and noise-filled, symphonic
only in instrumentation, recitation
impossible for these song only singe once.

Dappled, speckled, flecked designs
are not plans at all, just realizations,
totalities without demands for ends,
means with the sense of senses, ongoing.