Shannon Entropy

I dreamed that you could understand the code that I'd devised
devoid of ambiguity as plain as broad daylight
and anyone who heard or read could look out through my eyes
a sweet, seductive fantasy that helped me sleep at night
I rushed to put it down in ink the moment I awoke
but trains of baggage came along with every word I chose
the clarity was the mirage, and all I clutched was smoke
that through my fingers oozed away and to the stars arose
Retreat! Retrench! at least in math, we share communion pure
that isn't just conventional, transparent to us all

but Gödel interjects to say I must not be so sure

an edifice on such a base in time may also fall
self-organized, dream-words conform to heptametric verse
so somewhere, entropy must grow, within my universe

Underhill

chez Bombadil, the mossy roof is tight
no horrors trespass in his ancient halls
no Nazgûl terrorize his guests at night
no draught slips through his windows or his walls
a world apart that's innocent of war
no dragons, wizards, oliphaunts, or king
idyllic vision of a world before
a rebel Maia thought to forge a ring
commencement comes too soon, he must be bold
the respite's not as safe as it would seem
so Frodo rides back out into the cold
the hero must awaken from the dream
the Iv'ry Tower's strength is in insight
but sends its student body out to fight

grasping at dreams

one Porlock merchant rapping on the door
destroyed the fabled walls of Xanadu
mere shards of what the poet know was more
when dream's retold on paper, still gleam through
the metaphor of language dimly hints
inchoate wonders that were clear in dreams
Escheric forms in Maxfield Parrish tints
and eyes with super-lapidary gleams
who knows what words evoke in other minds
your qualia are just hearsay to me
I seize the closest referent I find
as if I knew your inner glossary
if Coleridge's verse still resonate
there's no objective test that deems it great