Soooo glib in answering questions nobody asked
What good is that...sidetracking everything...! ! !
Not my concern... you say
Only muddling
and muddy too.....but
Muddling, muddling, muddling
To the unasked question
you give true and far
to many answers
And so you shall....! ! !
But the unerring thing
oft comes in
slantwise
It is something lying there in
the grass
perhaps accessible to all
Someone sees a glint
where glints are not
Or they see terrible
misalignments
when none are there
Or maybe, often patterns are seen
but what patterns....? ? ?
Aberrant eyes
Strange in their beauty
but unknown in meaning
Over indulging in non sequiturs
and forever haphazard
Label them as you will
These fall out
These come about
So you say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem