Jean must have planted the suggestion about blogging dreams, and (much to my surprise) I think I had one last night, though don't recall much.

It had to do in any case with a poem I read on somebody's blog I thought fantastic.

Each time I read it the words changed a little, but if letters were added here and there it shifted from English to French.

It was written in long line tercets of about 4 stanzas followed by a perfect box shaped envoi of unspaced letters.

It looked something like the following:

xxx xxxxx



xxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxx xx x xxxxxxxx xxx xxxx

xxxxxxx xx xxxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxxx x xx xxx xxxxx

xxx xx xxxxxxxxx x xxx xxxxxxx xx xxx



x xxx xx xxxxxxxx xxx x xxxx xx xxxxxx

xxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxx xx x xxxxxxxx xxx xxxx

xxxx xxx xxxxxxxxxx xx x xxxxxxxx xxx xxxx



xxxxx xx xxxxx xxx xxx xx xxxxx x xxx xx

x xxx xx xxxxx xxxx xxx x xxxxxxx x xxx

xxx x xxxxxxxx xxxxx xxx xx xxxx xx xxx xxxxxx



xx xx xxxxx x xxxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxx x xxxxxxxx

xxxx x xxxxx xxx xx xxxxxxxx xxx xx

xxxxxxx xxxxxx xxxx xx x xxxx xxx xx x xxx



                         xxxxxxxxx

                         xxxxxxxxx

                         xxxxxxxxx

                         xxxxxxxxx

                         portxxxxx

That's not exactly how it appeared, but close (I hope).
These posts never behave according to my wishes.

That "port" bit is the only actual word combo I remember.