Subjects

My critical eye
implies that I must write subjects.
Genres with a plot and 
characters, the narrative
schema, a little personal,
a little impersonal,
appropriately comprehensible
with a dash of the above's opposite.
That is not 
what I will do.
I have.
I will not.
I.
That one-letter word
repeated four times
to become a four-letter sentence.
Just enough legs to make
a wobble table.
Three legs would have assured
stability.
No more practical
geometry.
Back to the program's
regularity
falling down a page
wondering about
the acceleration of gravity.
My own special
depravity.