blog (January, 2007)
interdisciplinarian's renaissance
in one felt swoop, torn
ripe, spoiled jackfruit.
rise: gather...
shatter paralysis shackles.
crackle matter-of-fact to fractals.
now un-nouned, now atoned
(some renown but too unknown.)
a Lowne -- not alone -- but to all,
a lack we'll own...
his sharp tongue twiddled
in a sweet story twisted.
a spring shoot wilted
leaving soul-windows misted.
but the he still aflow
til anon from ago.
that mad hot mind glow
searing each it would know.