Jack Straws
Chaos is a kind of structure, and fear--
fear is the glue which binds the whole
Consider a life composed of sticks
piles of which are shaped
as traps, weirs, cones,
domes, scattered or ordered
some are high-piled risers
others folded, badly fastened
Time will tease them apart
stick by stick, this then another
leaving a hole, a space
where light fills in
the sum reduced by one
then more light within
blue, soft, opening up
freeing to the fewest forms
To the essence of a man
amazed that he can stand
with so much removed and yet
the little left him serves
to give the game its risk
to fill the game with life
Chaos is a kind of structure, and fear--
fear is the glue which binds the whole
Consider a life composed of sticks
piles of which are shaped
as traps, weirs, cones,
domes, scattered or ordered
some are high-piled risers
others folded, badly fastened
Time will tease them apart
stick by stick, this then another
leaving a hole, a space
where light fills in
the sum reduced by one
then more light within
blue, soft, opening up
freeing to the fewest forms
To the essence of a man
amazed that he can stand
with so much removed and yet
the little left him serves
to give the game its risk
to fill the game with life