Form, self-referring, is content

Arthur, hero of our fragmented tale,
Midst signs heterodox and garrulous
Articulation always perilous,
O'er nonsense seemed unlikely to prevail.
The word ever plural, duplicitous,
Betrayed him still in many a hopeful seeming
Left him to wail "Where did I put my meaning?"
Whilst offering others, quite solicitous,
Insistent in despite of his intent.
Resourceful chap, and innovative yet
New forms did he discover or invent
To curb the implicit connotative that
Deprived him constantly of what he meant
Frail hope! Form, self-referring, is content.

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