'Sell Us a Sad Story'
Like weakness in my father,
That's there,
and I'm an Aimless Wreck,..

first, jumping over –to see you–
a rail to my death –to reach you–
is but divide, an excusing slip –to start things–
and a rope makes it art.

The world (had) changed when I awoke,
soul opened to Pliny's dilemma:
Put to paper in dreams, eyes opened;
this, all that remained:

The Necessity,
sharing every loss with everyone,
Of Invention,
at this moment—progress,
They're
Mutual Mothers,
and Language—
the tunneling combine of stomachs
like refracting bending light in
half—promoting
life;
but
Identical hasn't fit yet.

So...
"I love how lovely women are,
and 'if she's not perfect,
I only saw her had moments.'
and
'Protect and cherish your daughters'
–teach your sons."

He likes the sound of his own voice
but doesn't listen to himself.