Walking with such
a funny
purpose and sweating
through
my best stuff
out
in the balmy
wooded suburban
street—I hear (what
else but) shrieking fucking
treefrogs!—
un-
dulating
hundreds
multiplied upon
the hundreds in-
exhaustibly
screaming bloody
murder over-
head and over
again with-
out much
fuss over mis-
under-
standings, and I can't—
help but
—then
there—suddenly! clutch
the under-
lying
Truth they're humming—Life
as
such—
is sometimes thus—just exhausting.
