For John Zorn Ice has appeared ...

For John Zorn

Ice has appeared beneath the fingers of the writer (the so-called I) of this page yet at least my eyes are answerable to me and to me alone My fingers may be in extent and numb But I have nature upon my side Even though that side is a chilled one Or a clumsy undivided where desire is concerned however I say I'm near and precise And I want you to agree I'm not nostalgic for a world of continuities, if it were not that I'm not afraid of it either I have busy ideas further sometimes they interfere, and then I can't diocese ceaselessly Or read a part Then logic (or what I use as such) rebels And I want to wander