a newsprint that won’t sully our fingers even as the news
gears up for another turn on the merry-go-triangulation. you
won’t stick until we ask nicely. is that so much to ask? such

rich and sanctimonious congregation. such tart and
sharp tumult. threads through eyes. such swift and vexed and
convoluted profundity. such sweet and querulous enthusiasm

as makes the floor beneath us grow concave then disappear into
its own belly, roaring under the influence of an unidentified light from
a quarrelsome yet loving best last chance to mulch when instead we might

let it loose
let it lure
haul it in
in a hollow
call it a draw