Exquisite corpse #10

An elegant filing system is
impossible, too many fingers in the
deepest chasms of the night
where giants once roamed -
a black stone, a white
noose. All of which
hints that hanging
gardens with tinkling waterfalls
that drive one to distraction
like unalphabetised records
they groaned to be
growing tall with pain
and the suffering of a nation. Alas,
it was out of our hands
so we severed our fingers,
a ritual sublime
secret symbols, hidden
in memory never lived.