how merry the weathered stones, how jaunty with vigorous erosion, exposing-
clockless epochs of perfect zen. all shipwrecked in the intricate glamor
of having all the facts and solving none of the riddlesome noise.
just all the beautiful things caste about in the strewn Oblivions
of an impartial Cause.

Our bearings are slight adjustments
in a cavalcade of operas
hopping trains.