Sonnet: Sellinger’s Round
Sellinger sells seltzer down the other side of town.
Up one side and down the other, Sellinger makes
his round. A ramble with almost no restrictions
whatsoever, freely available to sundry and to all.
Cherokee kvetchers camped by the shores of Lake
Tathagata Lokeshvararaja used anyone at all to
achieve their ends. Nearby, where villages dwindle
into scattered farms, and cities seemed surrounded
by groves of masts, cityfolk, with their medieval
prefrontal cortexes at the ready, strolling all about.
Timetables for trains were of little use in those days,
but flags of all nations hung from those harbor
masts. The age of neurodiversity just begun,
obsessional declivities all around.
Hal
"Look at any word long enough and you will see
it open up into a series of faults into a terrain of
particles each containing its own void."
--Robert Smithson
Halvard Johnson
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