rand words make up the speech of people working;
glad sounds make up their songs--although sadness may prevail.
appiness may be found among the words, but not often among the men
happening to seek those illusive connections among their words.
nsights into internal meanings mean
insipid phrases are fraught with self-fulfilled hope.
umbled phrases, scrambled words feed minds
jesting with sentience, laughing at fools,
eeping balance between the scholars and clowns,
knifeblade balances of love and laughter.
ong may the jesters play mirror to the fools
left in high esteem by better persons now gone.

errymaking and libraries just do not agree, this
mistake most men make because the Temple to Knowledge
o noise partakes in its holy worship of mind;
never ye mind that joy, also, from the mind springs!
nerous study among the rows of shelves;
open coded languages, auto data files;
ress the mind, depress the soul, and impress
persons of magnitude--of gases, not brilliance,
uickly measured for public consumption and votes,
quiescence of masses, quietness of stacks, querulous
eaders, annoyed by politicians and their entourage
rousing remote desires of homeward ways.

ing of the silvery clouds outside my room;
silence singes minds of men and moods.
errible visions of glory or gore remain
troubling the waters of memory with sights so vain
nless there comes some help, our hope will not
unfold before the masses, only a mask's
isage, aglow with glowering frowns and clouds.
visits from darkness and terror descend on us.
ait! This night will pass, leaving a bright sky
welcoming back the hopeless wanderers, renewed.
enophobes fear the other, the new, that which they aren't;
xerography plainly produces the same, the same.

et for each descent comes time for renewal,
yearning for the new that restores the old, the better.
iggurats and libraries, ancient symbols of wisdom and knowlege, the
zeniths of knowlege, still straining toward the heights.