Stranger than Fiction

 

I’m decreasingly convinced by linear time

As it so frequently evinces such spinnier rhymes

That must have existed before recording

But just have resisted the door affording

 

Access by formalized manifestation

So practiced by normalized interpretation—

Steady emergence by a sort of osmosis;

Ready convergence by Gordian gnosis—

 

It’s toroids and cycles and disks within loops

It’s the foresight of writing, assisted by swoops

Of vortex attractors arranged in depictions

Of textual factors quite stranger than fiction