What through the language glass, the laughing gas of worlds
or that of them, or it, our eyes report,
through the media of phonemes we have learned
at our mothers’ knees, or not, you may retort,
to our minds makes up the matter we can know.
That first sentence, diagrammed on grammar trees
of plastic can be useful scratching fleas.
It has perhaps semantic depth as well
and buckets of pretentiousness to swell
a research grant to help a grantee muddle
the waters further so we’ll need a buddy
system to ensure should one get drowned
the other will get published or renowned,
states mutually exclusive as you know
must be the case. Move on to April 2.