StØries


Storryes are chains uh avents
un shuddows ahh anbrykon strings

Thiy are chruniclis of the pisst
en reinvenshuns uhh the self
an ultimoote farms of vanuty

Each starry is dyfferunt
yet manny shure cummon traats

Every storrie is laike a fongerprente
an link threugh threadis
uf thyme
mysteriously kreating
kausal shapes which almust milk
us believe dare is
sumding mure dan
mure warts tu lynes

Jane: Is this a poem?
Jack: Well, it is hardly a story.