A poem, like a crossword, must fill
Precise spaces. It must lead from
Synonym to purpose, each word
Overlapping and completing
Itself in apotheosis.
It is designed for no true function
But art and deft diversion like a
Formula of pure mathematics.
And it must posses the exact
Rotational symmetry, in
Monochrome: white, and black pauses.
This is really about crosswords and poetry, and the peculiar and pleasant way they share language and logic, pattern and playfulness. (I am a smug bastard aren’t I)