From ‘King Jane Germany’

Mr Strawberry

A contemporary poem

(Source: Internet Archive)

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One day I was sitting on a bench in my garden
- noetically uncertain as usual, yet at peace -
when I heard only a few yards away,
and coming from the kitchen
an almost imperceptible and distinctively muffled
unheard of sounding sound
resembling something like a kind of internal collage
of a weirdly staccato turbulent non-turbulence;
hopefully but not conclusively
expressing ineffability, transcendental permanence
and an omniscient sublimity
– that last a word I’m never quite
certain the meaning of –
and I straightaway asked myself, do these
supremely recondite conceptualisations (?)
come with associated sound files, and if so,
how best to align with them ?