happily

there is no verse

that can describe the

all that is i am

inside

fail

fool

try

learn to conjugate

the verb

that you yourself

describe

a single word

commencing at your birth

complete only when you

die

discover the syntax

grammar

parallax

of your life

the non-genetic code

contained within

your nought-cum-one

your one-cum-nought

computer soul
computer mind

where never the twain
meet

in short

your quantum

cacophonic field

a stream of digitised
phonemes
 of animate light and sound
vying for the existential crown
of recognition in your bubbling
churning audio-fractal
scheme of things
relentlessly

much adoing nothing

making much

of one incomplete

barely comprehendable

thought denied

that i

in spite of all

that seems to be

or not to be

am in fact

no more

no less

than perfectly conceived

humanity
quintessence thereof

noble in reason

infinite in faculty

the beauty of the world

expressing mathematically

whatever universe is

whatever reality

routed through

the conscious mind or ness
biologically

absurd though this be

absurd

and yet palpably

real

as real

as me

so take your words

your things of thought

of literary conceit

and fling them back

into the gaping maw

of an eternity

never duly satisfied

while i play the sun

for an old cuckoldy ram

and sing to the moon

beyond reason or rhyme

inspired

to not know what

i be