The Little Mute Boy
The little boy was looking for his voice.
(The king of the crickets had it.)
In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.
I do not want it for speaking with;
I will make a ring of it
so that he may wear my silence
on his little finger.
In a drop of water
the little boy was looking for his voice.
(The captive voice, far away,
put on a cricket's clothes.)
. . .
I began the day with that poem, and I continued the day....
Before long, a Google accident gave me this: A mute boy, a stolen voice.
I offer this as a fine example of a random pattern.
Why not say coincidence?
Coincidences happen whether they are witnessed or not.
Can there even be such a thing as a random pattern?
I think so. I think the mind builds them constantly. I think stories depend on random patterns--in the mind of the teller--in the mind of the witness.
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