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Give me not what lighter meaning

Would happily bestow; the locks and transitives

Lead us but one way superseding

The wheels and wings and charged crossings

The empty spaces easy wandering

And all that was our blood’s first beating

Before ink and logic’s anchor came to blows

The pages folding ever thinner

And yet their bounds redoubling, stronger

Their weight, a snarled infinity in lignin round

So give me not the free words flying

That are the means unbound and will undying

No false simplicity as it came before

But eat and speak as we are given

The parenthetical precise, as surely

As we read, and could no more go erring

Though sub-clauses might leave us spinning

Or the bee in blue-bright autumn fall to ground

– a poem indebted to the Income Tax Act

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