70spoems/circular

LANGUAGE IS CIRCULAR

Language is circular,
it has no meaning,
every form goes back
to its source for definition
only to find it is
its own definition.
Repetition of sound
fabricates concepts
for the intellect
to cling to. There
is no such thing as
concept. A concept
is a circle comprised
of its various points,
nothing of itself.
Ideas are points within
the circle which transcend
to form a real pattern
of which all is imperfect
representation. A point
has position but not
parts or dimensions.
Therefore,
nothing is anything
except racket in the head,
repetition of sound.
The mind is a poem,
we play with vision,
encounter image
and its illusion,
rearrange the places of everything,
a dead tree branch in the
living room, rubber gloves
with glass balls make art.
Every size, shape, texture
and hue matters and fits
just somewhere at its point,
until tomorrow when we
move it all around again.
And since something which
exists cannot be nowhere,
it would seem something
which does not exist
cannot be anywhere.
Nothing is anything,
it cannot be anywhere,
therefore, there is no point
and always the crystal
gathers dust.