You are a very serious baby. They didn’t think you had the guts to wear the monocle before the House. The chaos of your mind solved the problem. Tank-lined streets. The earth shifts her chthonic slumber. Harvest comes in like stooks. (What the fuck is a stook?) More barbarous than beauty. Unchained at the lip. The buildings are next to the park and the park is next to you and all of us are inverted in space. I don’t want you to sit there. Change my diaper. After I slaughter this ethnic minority. Notes pocketed. The smallish senator from Kentucky an intelligent fanatic would like to offer a platitude. Eat me. Prometheus to the vulture. Cacophony sometimes dips into a splay of order. The still-moving substance of everything that is. Infinite. White. As a wave pushing back the edges of nothing. Why is this a zero sum game? Thales was right about you.