To E.E. and Gertrude

?
Am I right
to believe
believe that
by means of my fingers
fingers and mind
mind within lines
means that I
must ignore invention
?
If
  I
   have
       drift
           for
              you
                 to get,
                       surely
                             the letters
                                      are allowed to drift themselves if
                                                                                        they
                                                                                             want to be gotten?

Direction defines meaninglessness
Ergo
I confess nothing

                                                                  
                            p and d
The Chinese write u        o
                                      w
                                      n
                                        and however they please
If they feel
the need to do so.
They have nothing
to lose
by going
somewhere besides forward
with perplexed simplicity;

And they haven't punctuation
either.
as far as I know anyway(
or do they)


They have enough
Enough
meaning without adding
and subtracting
(meaningless)
more!
Each line line each connects
connects lines
lines within lines
lines outside of time
time and space
and dimensional confines
which are not mine
but his
And timely finely sketches
etches
traces faces
faces facing
sand and dune and hill and real
which do not do
(do not do which)
water works better
better for writing writing
and chiseling the infinite
or infinitely finite
without disturbing
or perturbing
the finite Infinite&

No one can tell
)should they?(
And I won't
won't bring myself
to explain
Not yet yet not
I thought not
I thought I brought
my unwanted thoughts
My my
what is it
I have said
You tell me
Me tell you
It's the same
If it's the same
If only only if
If you only heard me
heard me writing
What it means means
Meaning what:
the lines finely twined
within time
Time within twine finds mine
not yours;
I cannot say;
(not today)
or tomorrow even
even in evening
but the next day
day after that
that after day
that day is almost certain,
the day
I keep my secret
keep keep
to myself
And you will find out
sooner than I
or as soon as I
what we never knew
or hoped?


[Note: In case you are wondering what just happened, don't ask me. However, feel free to look up the poetic works of E. E. Cummings or Gertrude Stein's "A Completed Portrait of Picasso" for examples of whatever this is that I have written above]