his heavy thinking cap

must've fallen on his head again


when he bumped against

the hatrack that lines his cell of a room


again he postulates the ethics of being

in a ravening universe of flux


and from what source this life issues

(cohesive enough to bind all limitation)


what then this paper hat

raised up by his mere hair?





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