The blind embossed words
are all but hidden unless
the light is just right
Squinting in candlelight
I angle the board edgewise
to the flame and see it
Worded like the stark declaration
of a law suit
The Hopelessness
of Things Ending
As Rooted in
The Heartlessness
of Things Beginning
VS.
The Suchness
of Things et al
It is case law and
the basis of endless appeals
to the adjudication of
this issue, or that
ladled out of the cauldron
of a steaming signal soup
The volume itself
is filled with children's
crayon scribbles
illustrating what no lawyer
could ever decipher
and is always left open
to biased interpretation
Addendum:
At some point, humans learned to make shoes.
Now we marvel at the pleasure
of going barefoot.
Image by Mari Kanezaki from Pixabay
