For Kay Merryweather
If you don't mind then I don't mind shamelessness, impressing
Upon space-time: do anything to stop that baby's crying!
Girl why you have to keep a list
minimalising our very soul's content,
casting less in bated-breath
than would in gasp or on respirator?
What is it we have yet to claim
Where do we find strength to mean?
Everything besides the very thing
names a space, numbs body in joining
sense or else clashes with the scene.
Inevitability in which we revel:
Time + Ecstasy, not virtually, enfeeble.
