Classic Poem

The other day
I was typing Aug. 7, 1972
and forgot to
drop to lower case.
Instantly a communication
appeared
which circulates ordinarily
only among its own kind:
AUG. &, !(&@
It had the allure of the impenetrable.
In fact,
it didn't have to be understood at all,
even on whether it cared for human beings.
That was its greatest charm.
In short
it was grounded
on the unconditional,
one of the attributes of beauty.