Consciousness, Literature and the Arts
Archive
Volume 6 Number 2, August 2005
Special Issue: Literary Universals
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It’s
strangely simple, really.
A-B-C:
arranged
and rearranged, the combinations
are
nearly infinite.
A-C-G-T
translates
into a world of iterations
repeated
until each line is memorized:
the
single cell, then grass, then flower-song.
Still
other prosodies are learned, new rhymes:
the
fin, the hand, the brain, the tongue, the tongue.
The
sentence of the past runs through the text,
soon
albumen to newer metaphors,
in
pericarps, each letter carefully
in
place, appearing patiently at rest,
curled-up
to flourish into song once more
should
soil and circumstance both favor seed.