Only Just Acknowledging This Was the Subcommittee at It All Along

Making science, we thought the best place to start
would be the running thread—a track of time—
that only gets us away from a cracked screen, a white canvas,
a paper weight. You kick the door stop away: out came spiders. If you can’t beat us
join on here! But you feel six years of age
and can’t count without seeing the numbers: you beat us; though of course you don’t: I only wanted to use that line.

It was all much better walking along as if nothing had happened
minus the projections in the wood minus the projections of a wood: how…?
There is then a sense of… But it cannot be true.
The publishing of which means a tragedy that cannot be measured, World
Empathy Day banners tied up in ying,
yang! string! Won’t they laugh. You might want to cause discomfort.
You know what we all are, under shame,
don’t you? Too far back in it unbeaten.