all matter,
and that includes you and me
and the '49 Chrysler
upon whose soft cloth seat
I first held in my hand the tender pink breast
of Sophi Gallanti, all of it, in its base nature,
is either a donut or a hole
everything, that is,
can be molded, without tearing any part
or joining together any parts not already connected,
in either a sphere or a donut
that with sphereness at it's heart
cannot be made donut;
that whose base nature is donut
cannot into sphereness come
so spaghetti a sphere will always be,
while rigatoni
will always be the other
thus it was with sophi and I, despite our so propitious start
sphere she was,
rounded, certain, calm and complete,
while my donut nature struggled to join our unconnected parts
~Allen Itz
Allen Itz says, "I began writing poetry in the late 1960s, then quit and didn't start again until I retired a couple of years ago. Since then my poems have appeared in a number of online and print journals."
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