A=A

by Andrew Joron Mine to ask a mask to say, A is not A.

No one, ever the contrarian, to answer.

The moon is both divided & multiplied by water: as chance, as the plural of chant.

O diver, to be sea-surrounded by a thought bled white a blankness as likely as blackness.

What is the word for getting words & forgetting?

Might night right sight?

I, too late to relate I & I, trap light in sound & sing no thing that breath can bring.