THE MANNA BALL
These stumbling stones of words we’re stepping on Fat’s ink beneath your feet my outside
method of glancing at secondaries to understand firsts.
First truths are the one word name of it not category or pinning to texts nor losing
simple subtleties dimmed in aspics nor or in any other manner for manna whatsoever in
any element or law someso hence no truth said for real truth here hence poems the alps
and edges of glass I daresay or any other six or seven times the mind might bounce on ball
so: glass I should think.
© Len Lye