A part’s greater than the whole
and stronger than ever dreamed.
The known something we can hold.
Reality crossed not seemed.
Too much order goes the god.
Law’s the substitution.
Too much chaos breaks the rod.
Where lies the resolution?
End your speech and be all time.
Discover the way while going.
The crisscross is death’s only sign.
Vote here for temporal knowing.
A Part’s Whole
Published in Poetry