Scrambled Logic
I can no more fathom
necessity and sufficiency
than pluck a shell
shard suspended
in glaire free
from a blue enamel bowl
thumb and index finger
blunt and bumbling
mucking blindly
about objects
of scorn ladled on
in heaps by a very tetchy yolk
aloof and afloat
encapsulating rather neatly
that eternal
barnyard stumper
barnyard stumper
which came first
the chicken
or the egg.
or the egg.
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