Most of the time
we're all
so completely—inscribed
by who
the heck
we are—
that we couldn't possibly! swing
eccentrically widely out-
side of the thing
nearly enough
to describe it's rough
shape or its
color
or weight or intrinsic
design—even if we tried;
which—incidentally
or more
circumstantially-
speaking—we do—and do
desperately—
for all
too very
much of our most of our
all of the time—
