The tongue tastes more
when it does not know
the pattern
if there can be said
to be repetition
in any component
of this cantankerous cosmos
whose tiniest globules
giggling globes
glance circles around
dancing honey light.
In and out of contexts
The tongue tastes more
when it does not know
the pattern
if there can be said
to be repetition
in any component
of this cantankerous cosmos
whose tiniest globules
giggling globes
glance circles around
dancing honey light.