The Metapomb

I think the whole poem is full of ambiguity and everything is scattered, even the here. I had this poem on my wall for a year. See, they, they is the lines. They get born on the left. Every time you write a line class, it dies at the end. And his lines were short and my lines are short. So let's try to imagine what the teaching is. That's kind of elegiac about the line, at the level of the line.