You read as you please anyway.
So choose a direction, each to their own;
Knights to the nursery, pawns to the throne?
Who is wise enough to say?
No one notices the delay
in these logistics, so benign.
For design, deny logic, for
even you would barter reason
and knots for a lick of sense.
Over hexameter wire gripping at slips,
you might not notice lips tripping
if you read this poem backwards.
Mattias Inghe & Jennifer VanBuren back