Caveat: Poem #3169 “Discourse on madness” Wednesday - 2025-04-09, 05:19 Wednesday - 2025-04-09 A Daily Poem / Book 4 / My Poetry & Fiction / Nonnet ㅁ Language is utterly contingent. Meanings will coalesce sometimes, only to evaporate. Strings of sounds will remain, contours in the air. This bland babble entertains, flowers, fails. – a nonnet. Previous PostCaveat: Links #137 Next PostCaveat: Poem #3170 “And you can get there by subway”