Gentle Reader, begin anywhere. Skip anything. This text
fully for the purposes of skipping. Of course,
be read straight through, but this is not a better reading,
not a better life. You are being asked
to move with great
rapidity. As if it weren’t there. As if you were a frog,
a frog that since it’s disappearing
thinks to ask,
for the first time, in which element it really does
belong. Leaping progress
in considering this and closing the book. Anything
else will represent a settled course.
Indeed, it is true that much has fallen
through the cracks,
but the most painstaking and willful path
will not recover this (recoverable?)
material any better
at all than the soft ziggy sampling butterfly approach.
who labors, who tugs up roots to get beyond roots
—as it were—do roots entwingle
space? Where do we mine that knowledge
of what cannot be precipitous, nor yet
What if the go(o)ds refuse
to market? What then?
Will is broken by the trials of all folktales, the Augean stables,
the straw spun. A nail
that fixes the center so the register is true—
what the scale hangs on,
the pointer points to.