THE SPINSTER'S INSOUCIANCE IN THE FACE OF THE THEORY

part of you picks up a book as if it were an idea ... preferably a noun ... maybe a gerund ... but an idea ... a universal ... these things have meaning ... they can be understood ... they are what you've been looking for ... but the spinster pays no attention ... the spinster spends all of her life whenever she can reading a book ... but not just reading for she's a highlight fanatic ... she began with a red pen and checks in the margin ... finessed into pencil dashes and plus signs ... and now paints the words in bright yellow ink ... banners above the nave in the cathedral of her soul ... at first she was wild with her pen ... more discriminating with her pencil ... now all her banners ring true ... while her body and mind matter and one form take each night off ... long hours to sleep deep ... her soul on a spree runs through the cathedral town from church to church parade to parade procession to processsion in celebration of the spirit that let them be said ... those words on the banner ... that let them be read ... her mind and her body in their attendance during the day ... her soul understanding in the night