That Pessoa has 1,001 "fans" at GoodReads
seems a matter meriting mention in a poem
though numeric signs be principally evocative
(if the Thousand Nights & One Night of Arabia
vaguely signify infinitude what good deeds
get accomplished in the yammering of a yarn?)
might the writing life induce pure meditation?
or is thought forever wayward & untrained?
certain puzzles only time might deign to parse
(on the train of thought a vagabond could stow a
slender volume wherein heart is strangely brained)
you who fashion biblio-covers if you'd go a
certain ways into the utterance of Pessoa
would you greet the cosmic bingo as did Noah?
fashion a ship sans need of welkin-hoisted sail
twain by twain they enter rabbit tortoise snail
for Netra Shyam