Somewhere (where) in between say 
Index and middle fingers, to one day- 
Wake up and find growing a new rather 
Radish vestigial finger 
Little do you know little do you too know 
Questions. Eyes picking off barrages of mirages soberly. 
Lone. Drinking on an empty beach. Sauterne 
Bottle overturned. Sand thru sievey fingers, 
Listen to prokprok of waves 
Fearing too many great many great 
Thinkers and thinkers of our time 
Busy themselves, usefully. Seeing sprockets as the real 
Real. (And all that entails. 
Spend time dubbing in historical consciousness. 
Makes the heart grow blonder with the distance. 
Waterproofs hair. Air. 
Fingernails grow whatever way you wish 
Sunny nostalgia the way wishes grow,
Whicheverway, are more close to 
OBJECTIVE vestments searched for where 
Disguised as rockets 
One’s free to choose between limits 
Between sign that YIELD 
Either a b c d e or 
Any other squint or 
Sequence found squeezing the fingers. Eh, graft. Being 
Not so much a question of question or of answer. 
Swallowed with unicap and orange juice, but of right 
Detachment from the lips 
Alphabetically precipitate, that really brings out 
Evening crickets bats the real you eating bubbles 
Every and each night of the week, depends 
Combining sequence with each (vague) COUNT. 
Always hoped for sixth toe on either foot. 
Merely sonar, an indication you’re not alone 
And someone somewhere cares for you. 
Detailly, even if vaguely. Please, to mow the maudlin.