Runes on Radio
Invalid runes are glimmering; and
It pains me when visions visceral
Pass over their propounding vainly–
We dash so suddenly by grades of
Left over but compassionate still–
Waver, waver in waves, tiny runes!
Why can you not see their drifting
Monolithic tumbling; concern, concern!
From permanence will the strings blow
Tussle beyond our parameters; glowing
Distantly from their own–in contempt
Of the errors that pressure our gaze!