ALTAR AND ALTER
Our mistakes are truthful; their music need not
be overruled; they may lead us to the unruliness
of new freedom. – Dean Young
Let us sing a hymn of homonyms, siblings
separated by seconds, from two eggs
but wearing the same “onesie,” holy
confusing as following the wrong heard.
Do not feel foolish or allow guilt’s glint
to distract from all that cache. Stashed
in every lexical pauper, a strapping prince
who will challenge you to the dual. So,
tie your blindfold and turn the taught twin
loose for the loopy shall inherit the thrown,
reign or shine. Bless these aural Rorschachs,
this fusion of meaning, soldered by sound.
Add feminine to hominem, burst the seem,
and lift up your hearts to homophones.
Nothing is dire but the straight. Let us, then,
go to cede, the weeds aloud among the lilies.
Our mistakes are truthful; their music need not
be overruled; they may lead us to the unruliness
of new freedom. – Dean Young
Let us sing a hymn of homonyms, siblings
separated by seconds, from two eggs
but wearing the same “onesie,” holy
confusing as following the wrong heard.
Do not feel foolish or allow guilt’s glint
to distract from all that cache. Stashed
in every lexical pauper, a strapping prince
who will challenge you to the dual. So,
tie your blindfold and turn the taught twin
loose for the loopy shall inherit the thrown,
reign or shine. Bless these aural Rorschachs,
this fusion of meaning, soldered by sound.
Add feminine to hominem, burst the seem,
and lift up your hearts to homophones.
Nothing is dire but the straight. Let us, then,
go to cede, the weeds aloud among the lilies.