Who can find value
Among the valueless?
Who can spot meaning
In the meaningless?
What can one want
In such wantonness?
It is a sentence
That cannot be parsed,
A dream too sudden
That defies understanding,
An angry threat
To this ill-gotten beneficence.
Where is the codice?
Who has the key?
It is certainly not me
Trying vainly,
Oh so vainly,
To open this truculent lock
With this reluctant key.
